What you read from what I write

Chance of a lifetime
the breath that you breathe
the air no one can see
raindrops shaped as tears
drops have fallen over thousands of years
a nightmare while I lye awake
wondering if my existence is just mistake
is this life real or is it fake?
my eyes see only my hands before my face
surrounded in misery
ashamed of what I’ve done
errors, taking my consequences
what you read from what I write
is what I recall to be right
dance with you in my dreams
while I lay awake within my mind midstream
closing my eyes
hearts beats of mine, maybe all lies
my face is a blank
my life in my dream has just sank

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