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Dreams


Dreams don’t come true. No matter what you think, say, or do. You can try your hardest and give it all you got, But you'll never reach 'em So you'll leave 'em to rot. I've always dreamt that I'd become a star. But, of course, those dreams got hit by a car And flushed down the drain Along with the pain And the tears that came From learning that I'll be the same As any Josh, Benny, or Lucy Who tried their best to see If they could climb that mountain and conquer those fears That came from all the years Of being told that they couldn't Or that they shouldn't Be who they want to be. Because it won't look right in their family tree Or that they can't get to the top from where they started And they'll just be left broken hearted. Since I realized my dream, I've tried my best to build a team Of people who had the same dream as me. So we could work together to find that key That opened the door for us to see The light at the end of the tunnel. Only to find it grow smaller and turn into a funnel That only let through a select few And left our hearts broken in two Just like we'd always been told Since before we grew old. Dreams are dreams and nothing more. If you try to achieve 'em, You'll just be left sore. I learned this lesson the hard way. Don’t end up like me. Just push them away.
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