I gave up, did all sorts of things i’m not proud of,
Caught by dreamcatchers, diamonds set in
Dreamland, so in reality, my spirit never does
For it seems when i open my eyes, you’re not there, G
Waking up in dreamland, inside a mirrorland
Surrounded by landform, Reality, comes from
Their chant, “Give up” – from within me, i stand
My ground – “Not me,” who am i really, G? I can’t
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