I used to think it was all over
that there was no longer a need to hover
hover over the thought of you and me
dreaming what I want to see
as things progressed I learned it as a lie
that those dreams still made me fly
I tried to hide from those facts
blind just like flying bats
they always came back to the surface
I always threw them back into the furnace
some how they never became ashes
the fire grew making me hide the faces
the faces that show how I truly felt
hiding what I wanted to belt
to not say what's forbidden
I go on hidden
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