Broken dreams and cast stones
I've bared the burden
now simply rather collect dust.
In every line I breath as in life I simply decay
its all a blast till you see it for what it never was to begin with
Fallen stars and dim lit thoughts cast a jaded view over the night
And it's always a dream just before the nightmare takes hold
When the nightmare begins, I like to technicolor dream
I see the abyss for the small ditch it could be
I see a puddle of tears that won't become a river
never would I cry so incessantly, weep then move on
We can't erase the scars that choke on a dark night
we cant fight the hands that want to hold us down
broken dreams are signs we are ready for the fight
and every line is the only thing we can own
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
Broken dreams and cast stones
I've bared the burden
now simply rather collect dust.
In every line I breath as in life I simply decay
its all a blast till you see it for what it never was to begin with
Fallen stars and dim lit thoughts cast a jaded view over the night
And it's always a dream just before the nightmare takes hold
When the nightmare begins, I like to technicolor dream
I see the abyss for the small ditch it could be
I see a puddle of tears that won't become a river
never would I cry so incessantly, weep then move on
We can't erase the scars that choke on a dark night
we cant fight the hands that want to hold us down
broken dreams are signs we are ready for the fight
and every line is the only thing we can own
