Birth of Dying Dreams

Dreams lined up like cocaine Ready to blow away with the wind I set my hopes so sky high Just to see them fall again And again and again Disappointment's so routine Damned with a curse of endless tears I cry my eyes out squeaky clean And I lose, though I refuse To let failure be a choice Even if it seems like all the time That weakness is the only voice That I hear and it's so clear Saying I belong right here But instead I choose to rise Above all of this and that Got nothing in my sight But all of hell is at my back And so still I face the challenges Of today and next week With overflowing red river eyes Still, I have a dream