when you taste the hate through the blessings
the truth through the lies
the more bitter the void
the sooner the dreams start to die
dreams are fragile
so easily ripped and torn
it could shatter so quickly
before it even starts to form
throiugh the horrors of life
you lost your dreams along the way
on the floor dying
when you let go,u wathc it fade away
decapitated dreams
they said to follow my dreams
too bad they were all nightmares
dreams are precious
too bad mine just never cared