Broken Dream
Life was a dream
A field of flowers
Life is now filled with schemes
And our morality lowers
Everything has its consequences
Now that my eyes has opened
I am taught that the young view
Is nothing more than a lie
Life is filled with pain
I've learned
Life is a play
Where each actions
Have its price
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