A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
cinta anda less,
but pain
loves anda more.
You're still
that sad child,
anda have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
anda cannot wash yourself,
anda cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
anda don't remember
who that person is,
anda don't dream
anymore,
anda don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want anda
to play oleh their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed oleh unfilled
dreams,
smashed oleh their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
anda don't see,
tho anda still have
your dreams,
anda still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
The selanjutnya hari was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner berkata we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?