A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
love آپ less,
but pain
loves آپ more.
You're still
that sad child,
آپ have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
آپ cannot wash yourself,
آپ cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
آپ don't remember
who that person is,
آپ don't dream
anymore,
آپ don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want آپ
to play سے طرف کی their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed سے طرف کی unfilled
dreams,
smashed سے طرف کی their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
آپ don't see,
tho آپ still have
your dreams,
آپ still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.
Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
love آپ less,
but pain
loves آپ more.
You're still
that sad child,
آپ have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
آپ cannot wash yourself,
آپ cannot be yourself.
They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.
آپ don't remember
who that person is,
آپ don't dream
anymore,
آپ don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.
They want آپ
to play سے طرف کی their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.
And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed سے طرف کی unfilled
dreams,
smashed سے طرف کی their
bitterness.
And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
آپ don't see,
tho آپ still have
your dreams,
آپ still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.
It's Funny, I Use To Be Popular. At First Some People Loved Me And Others Hated Me. Now Everyone Hates Me. Even My Old Best Friends. آپ See, I Always Found A Flaw In Everyone And Used It To Hurt Them. Not Physicly Hurt. I Made Them Feel Horrible About Them Selves. I Was The Reason آپ Cried On The Way Home. The Reason آپ Fake Sicked. Of Course Karma Came And Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks. I Try Hard To Be Nice, But No One At School Pays Attention To Me. Except Teachers. I Even Tried Sitting With My Old Friends.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are آپ Doing Here?" کہا Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I کہا Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," کہا Victoria Khan Placing Her کتابیں On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.
"Hey, Guys!" I Said
"What Are آپ Doing Here?" کہا Lexi Illing
"I Just Wanted To Sit With You."
"Well, Their's No Room"
"Yeah, Right There." I کہا Pointing To The Empty Chair At The End.
"Well," کہا Victoria Khan Placing Her کتابیں On The Seat. "Now It's Taken."
Everyone Laughed. Except Me Of Course. I Just Walked Away. Wishing, I Had Never Been So Cruel.