I dream the same dream every night
but in reality its never the same thing
I always dream of happiness
love, faith, I believe
and it gives me hope.
Builds me up only to tear me down
I wake up the same person I was the day before
nothing has changed,
not me
not you
not anyone.
I'm still stuck in this pointless hole that I call life.
Its that feeling where I would rather live in my dreams
then in this terrifying, awful life I lead.
To live in a world where there is no hate
no need for backstabbing or lying
a place where there is no evil
no depression
no chance for the thought of suicide
this is the place where daddys little girl is true
and where people are happy with who I am
where they dont wish you to be someone else
where you dont want to be someone else
the place I dream about.
Im not asking or saying perfection
there is no such thing
as hard as it is for some to believe
there really is no such thing as perfection.
Not a chance in this world,
you may think so
eventually it turns to black,
as children we are blind to it,
but as we grow older we learn,
all we really want lives in our dreams.
