How far away can I stray from the truth, the reality?
It's all so surreal, all just a dream within a dream.
The late night drives, the swerving, the crying.
The lies, the memories that you drank away.
Buried in poignant brown, and swirls of green.
Threatening my very being.
All for a guy, all for someone who was there.
I thought you cared for me.
So what will we do when the glasses are low, and the bottles are empty?
When the green turns to black?
When my emotions are no more?
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