Being sold dreams would hurt more,
If only I had them.
All I have is nightmares,
The nightmares of reality.
Chasing me before I go to sleep,
Haunting me when I am asleep.
Knocking on my back door,
Telling me to wake up.
As if its as easy as it seems.
Don't believe everything you see on TV,
For I have learnt the hard way,
That there's no such thing as dreams.
Just your wild imagination,
And feelings.
Lying to keep you alive.