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remember when you're dreaming

nothing is what it seems

so it doesn't really matter

that you dream an empty dream

when you dream that you are flying

are you still afraid to die

And when each dream is over

do you wake and wonder why

Maybe it's me

Maybe it's me

when the wind grows cold

and hope is the only thing left to hold

Maybe it's me

with the heavy heart

drug so low, dunno where to start

Maybe it's me

Full of worry and woe

wondering what the future holds

Maybe it's me

when the leaves turn brown

letting the winter bring me down

Maybe it's me

just feeling alone

even though, I have someone

Maybe it's not

that you can't understand

Maybe it's me, who can't explain

That even though the world feels wrong

Maybe it's me........"K.K."