oh, the dreams of a child
they reach the extra mile
mr future, don’t you know
the sorrow fact of never knowing
if anything’s worthwhile
plastic dreams, unsung melodies
they crack and fall, but through it all
i have to, have to smile
falling down…
it’s all so loud
in the melancholy haze of futures
never meant to be
mr future, just let me dream
let me go, and let me sing
my memories, they’re changing me
so much that i’ve forgotten how to breath
the bittersweet past
the unsafe present
mr future, don’t you know
that you’re all i have left now?
mr future, are the dreams that i see
are they foolish or are they distant
warm realities?
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