Sleeping_Door_Mouse
Bluelighter
Dreams.
Dreams are the things we want more than anything else.
Dreams are the places we’ll never see.
Dreams are the wishes that will never come true.
For some people, dreams become reality.
But not for me.
I waste away,
Everyday another reason to use,
Another reason to hate,
Another reason to cry,
Another reason to die.
So what are dreams to me?
What are my dreams?
My dreams are of black places,
Places you want nothing more than to ignore,
Places you will never see,
Places so hellish,
They can never come true.
I don’t have dreams anymore,
All I’ve got left are nightmares.
Be glad that you only dream in sleep,
Be glad that coming back to the world sends them away.
Because my nightmare never ends.
Because my nightmare is my life.
And I cant make it stop.
Dreams are the things we want more than anything else.
Dreams are the places we’ll never see.
Dreams are the wishes that will never come true.
For some people, dreams become reality.
But not for me.
I waste away,
Everyday another reason to use,
Another reason to hate,
Another reason to cry,
Another reason to die.
So what are dreams to me?
What are my dreams?
My dreams are of black places,
Places you want nothing more than to ignore,
Places you will never see,
Places so hellish,
They can never come true.
I don’t have dreams anymore,
All I’ve got left are nightmares.
Be glad that you only dream in sleep,
Be glad that coming back to the world sends them away.
Because my nightmare never ends.
Because my nightmare is my life.
And I cant make it stop.
