I dreamt I was a little girl
Lost in a sea of death and despair.
The blonde curls of my hair
Were soaked in sorrow.

This was no dream,
It was a nightmare.

Gunshot wounds and
A broken love left
The world drowning,
In a pool of warm blood

The hole in my heart
Seemed only to grow,
And with each passing moment
The beat began to slow.

Then I realized
I wasn't dreaming.

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