Pictures and Dreams (part 1)

I used to have pictures
Dreams of the future

When I was young
I had dreams of what I'd be like now
Grown up, popular, proud
Happy, pretty and ofcourse loud

I had pictures of me
Me and the boy of my dreams
That art came true
For that boy's you

But the rest is wrong
None of my dreams came true
It's just me on my own
The visions have flown

The pictures lied
Dreams are fake
All I've done is cried
Believing is a mistake

All I feel now
Is sadness, pain and anger
I see the girl and the mirror
And all I want to do is strangle her