they all said we would never last
but in the end, you couldn't get over your past
we told everyone that we would prove them wrong
but in the end, we just found we didn't belong
I still love you I swear I do
but in the end, we had to accept what everyone already knew

I am a dreamer and a dancer
I wonder if I will ever find the answers
I hear students chatting between classes
I see campus filled with the masses
I want to be noticed
I am a dreamer and a dancer

I pretend I know what I’m doing
I feel like something big is brewing
I touch my confidence to bring it to the surface
I worry I’ll never find my purpose
I cry at the thought of losing passion
I am a dreamer and a dancer

I am a dreamer and a dancer
I understand success isn’t easy
I say I won’t let that phase me
I dream of seeing my name in lights
I try to take my understanding to new heights
I hope I leave this world a better place
I am a dreamer and a dancer

why do I even bother
when i wrote my poetry in a book it didnt matter
how many likes i had
how many views i grabbed
all that mattered was that i set my feelings free
but you see,
i am my own worst critic
writing my own scathing reviews until my wrists are arthritic
then what am i left with?
two *** wrists and an ache the size of Madrid
i dont know why i bother to publish my mind
another sick twisted jab at my soul aligned
with my heart
well my heart cant take it anymore
my mind is sore
time to give up the criticism
time to give up isolationism

this sadness is something i cannot break
i hope is dissipates when i awake
my ****** rhyming makes me feel worse
my head and heart just may burst
there is so specific reason for my sadness
just another sign of the madness
that i call my mind
it does not matter how kind
or patient i am to myself
no amount of wealth
no amount of joy
can make me happy without my boy