I started out with dreams
Ideas and hopes
Though still lost in the streams
I dreamt of rising up the *****

I had held onto the smallest moments
The littlest joys made my heart sing
But deep down i was afraid this joy was only for rent
And soon the small joys felt like nothing

Because my eyes were opened
To see the truth that my hopes are dead
Now im not afraid to write everything in pen
Ive given up on temporary or dread

No longer running around
No longer dreaming of romance
Theres only sadness to be found
Im an empty husk without a chance