• Its more like a nightmare
    than a dream
    only i am to care
    and to hold this grim
    its like I'm being striped
    torn to shreds
    or a fool thats been tripped
    i look upon myself as the weeds
    in the garden of dreams
    i cannot change whats to come
    or if i would withstand the whole time
    but not everyone's a rose
    thats just how life goes.