Brought up in a happy home
But all the time he felt alone
In his bed he'd cry until he slept
In his journal dark words were kept
Turning from the future that had once seemed so easy to attain
Trying to return himself to normal
But he couldn't; for he had gone insane
Sitting in his room
Contemplating suicide
With no one left in who he could confide
Silently he locked the door
And from the drawer he pulled
His final soulution
He'd lost control
Holding it to his head
What he was doing finally took its toll
With his final words left unsaid
He pulled the trigger
And slumped over dead
Ended his life much too soon
Ended his troubles
These are American dreams
Where nothing is as it seems
Hiding who you are is so easy
In our plastic society
Lost under layers of paint
The bonds once in families have grown faint
These are American dreams
Nothing's as it seems
