Dreamless, and hopeless
Trying to find the words to describe
...all I've left behind
Here we are, all in a dream
Wake to suffer, but cannot scream
I have left behind... everything
Just to find myself... nothing
All I've wanted, all my life
To be part of you
Too late to go back, or to push away
Nothing left.. to look forward to
Bitter, aren't we all
We've watched our most precious dreams die
Visit them once a year as if to celebrate
Living another year of lies
"Happy" is the word you use
When you choose to give your life away
Put the letters on your shirt
And its your heart that is betrayed
Before we realize it
We'll be past our prime
Looking back for treasured memories
With none to find
There is no hope.
We all know this is a game we won't win
Life's a bitch, then we die
We're all the same in this prison
There is no difference
ⓒ 1995 Shawn Michael Quinn
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