He woke up with his eyes pressed against his face, and he found himself
He got up with the little truth he had left, and decided

This can't go on, I'm cutting my wings
This can't go on, not even until tomorrow, not even until tomorrow

I will search for the dreams I lost
I will return because I find nothing, everything ends
I will live because it's better this way
Because I feel like it, because I feel like it

One day he found that there are plenty of colors that are not missing and he wanted to see
It seemed to him that he had invented the missing world and he decided

This has to go on, nothing will cut my desire
I want to walk where I don't know, I want to go where they call me
I'll see what I do tomorrow

And he left the dreams around
He hid from his own gaze, which found him
And he went so far that he didn't see how time was running out, all the time that was passing

I will search for the dreams I lost
I will return because I find nothing, everything ends
I will live because it's better to live

Because I feel like it
Because I feel like it

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