I've told myself
Oh so many times
That today
Will be the last time.

My regrets
Are far from clean.
But every nightmare
Began as a dream.

A dream for good,
That's what I'm told.
But secrets from me,
Even my mind holds.

Even though my thoughts are pure,
My intentions far from disaster,
But my own mind,
Hard for even me to master.

So now my dreams
Over nightmares never won.
But could it be not too late?
Could they somehow be undone?

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