The dreams of others feed my contempt
Hope strings to unfulfilled fantasies of everyone but myself

All my dreams have come true
I have all that I wanted but being content is more harmful and dauntless

Thrown to the dust and walked all over
I claim I was hurt by the lies, heartbroken

Reality is, I was scared of consistence
No grip on my new-found placid content
My love grew too strong for my mind to control it

So I gave it up for the loss and full moments
His stories and dreams all wore, once mine
I threw Them away and always wanting more