Dreams are always real, it's the wish that is false.
You wouldn't understand, you live in a world of falsities.
You have nothing,
You will always have nothing and you will always be dreaming.
You will always be wishing that you had a dream to go for
And always will you have nothing.
There is a fine line between a dream, wish, goal, and obsession,
You seem to know no limits, you trying trick.
All day long have your daydreams lasted and I feel sorry
For you. I feel sorry because you haven't the guts
To admit that you have nothing to live for and I do.
I have goals.
I have dreams.
I have wishes,
But I have no obsessions about them
And you do, and that's just sad.
In a way, I want you to know that there's a difference
Between what you want
And what you get but
You seem to get the two confused.