Dreams are the things we wish were true,
They contradict what we say and do...
When in doubt, just sleep to heal,
I see, I hear, I think, I feel...
I know it's fake, but I wish that it was real...
I sell my soul, an eternal dream, from here on out.
My life is perfect without a doubt,
I go on living my life... until I see who I've become...
an ugly moster... a low life scum...
I start to shout at my refection, "I'M NOT WHO I SEEM."
An then I woke up... I guess it was just a dream....
