Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream...
...I feel like everything that revolves around my life has been nothing but a dream. The past long gone into memmories with a future uncertain of anything. The present morphes itself like a hideous blob in which no one can see its uggliness until they're done kissing it on the lips.
And by the way, the smell of its breath is always so sweet it leaves you kissing it for more. Something so unreal it leaves me thinking it is only just a dream... |