Painting Flowers

Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder why do we race?
And everyday we're running in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright.

When I wake up, the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

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i've always heard people say that bad luck comes in threes.

i think somebody lost the count when it came to my turn...