Textbook True
Yeah, well it's been a dream.
A real good dream.
But I know when the going gets too damn good.
It's really just pretty rough.
I guess I'm really sick of learning lessons,
From you, in my dreams,
While i toss myself.
Just reaching for a part of you,
That wasn't ever fiction.
That was really what it seemed.
Hard and textbook true.
I guess that was never really you.
"I guess your kind of truth is just a ghost of your lies, I see through them all the time."
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