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Is it me that dreamt you, or is it you that dreamt me?
I keep having these nightmares where you tell me you detest me
I wake up and ponder how our feelings were never aligned
Like wings of some deformed butterfly
But please realise the power you have on me as it stands —
I’m but a tiny butterfly trembling in your hands
You could help me or get rid of me instantly
Hell, if you wish, you could just stomp on me
But love, if you had a bit of sympathy
You would pin me down and make a specimen out of me
I’d rather partake in your worst experiment than change
Because I don’t wanna turn the page even if you are on a different page
Because not dreaming is worse than having nightmares,
Even ones where you detest me
Because I would live in a nightmare as long as you don’t forget me
Don’t forget me
And I know that time flies, we move on,
One day bygones will be truly gone
But for now I’m stubborn, stuck with this thought
That I’ll be done only if you pin me down
My wings unaligned
Our feelings unaligned
Our dreams unaligned
With my wings unaligned, we couldn’t fly
Our feelings unaligned, that was my plight
Our dreams were unaligned, do you recall them?
We were unaligned, you meant well,
But we were different, although our words matched
What we meant was not the same; so it came
That your version of heaven was my hell
My wings were paper-thin, they burned well
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