If in once I dream I saw
My life before me,
I think I would turn and flee

I can imagine what I'd see,
Roaring hatred and laughter
All about me.

I could see my heart
As it flies in the air,
Each piece its own separate entity

A family torn the middle
As I cannot be understood,
Why must I be hated,
When I try to love a little.

If the past does repeat,
Then I am truly *******
As every girl before,
Left my heart for rot.

I can see myself
Putting others before me,
Stretching the chasm a bridge,
Only to be walked on
And never picked up.

Yet I'll do it time and again
The more I save the better
As even if they won't remember me,
They might never look back.

I see my future as bleak,
But better bleak than sorry
As every friend that crosses,
Lives a little more than me.