thoughts cram themselves once more tonight
of all failures and doubts
pain and tears
scars
some are mine some are others
but my soul feels them all the same
in my head, my hope has been dead
but i've learned to revive myself
i wish i held the power to heal all of their wounds
but i do not believe in wishes
however i do believe in change
and dreams
dreams are lovely
lovely partners to nightmares
life is a lovely partner to death
which i do not believe in either