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.