"Away From This Dream" lyrics

"Away From This Dream"

Hey you, I sort of know what you're going through
But it doesn't mean I liked what you said
The way I cope with it might seem like I'm fine
But I'm secretly hating every word
Is it fair to you that I won't express it?
It's just the way I close down sometimes
I'm not always aware what I'm doing

If all I know how to listen when you need me
That's how it begins
When it feels like I'm fading
To somewhere else away from this dream

The tunnel vision is real when I'm gone
I'm trying to hint everything that I'm feeling
You say you understand but I don't know
If I believe it still

Quietly depending on my decency
Yeah, it's kinda given that's why we're here
Right?

If all I know how to listen when you need me
That's how it begins
When it feels like I'm fading
To somewhere else away from this

If all I know how to listen when you need me
That's how it begins
When it feels like I'm fading
To somewhere else away from this dream

If all I know how to listen when you need me
That's how it begins (Away from this dream)
When it feels like I'm fading
To somewhere else away from this dream


Writer(s): Axel Flovent Dadason
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