As a child you were a dreamer
But as you grew older
Reality took your dreams away
You stopped seeing black and white
And started seeing grey
You resented the fact you couldn't see past the haze
And change the way you went about your days
Now our the person that you are today
Hanging onto life with a foot in the grave
Spending every moment in the doghouse
Questioning your existence
Knowing that your choice to be alone
May make or be the difference
Your prior attempts failed to win
Every time you tried to finish you in
A resistance showed
Making life even more of a nuisances
And your folk they say they care
But then they talk about you
As if you weren't there
Their words cut deep
Reaching the bone
You plan to wait till no ones at home
Then take the knife
And finally win
Calming the nerve that screams within
Knowing the questions
But not the answers
And wishing that
Reality wasn't given
And life wasn't a gift