When you get lost in a book, them words become you're world
And you become a slave to the character, that you wish was you
where you meet the character that speaks how you wish you could
where your house is the castle that your princess lives in, one glance out of your window and the castle amounts to nothing
you're free to leave, this isn't a princess' tower , there's no mighty prince coming, to fight your corner
And the sad reality is, 9 times out of 10, you know your dreams? It doesn't look like you'll live them
Where the man of your dreams, is make believe
And your best friend? Well, she's pretence.
The soul mate that never leaves you hurt, caresses you with words, that you've never even heard
Where the seasons always stick to their word.
A perfect world, that's been written and planned, the world you'll never have.
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