I lie, I sit, I dream, I hope, I cry, but I never wish.
Wishes never come true. They are just dreams cracked and broken at the seems.
Just like love, stars that have blown out.
Wishes and love are lost amongst reality.
Reality is cruelity in it's purest form,
breaking the heart.
I use to believe in love, but that thought got lost somewhere in the abyss of the mind.
It's wistfully blowing on the wind.
I'm tired, I'm hurt, I'm a loss of faith.
My wishes never come true, they are just dreams cracked and broken at the seams.
All I had left was my dreams, yet they lost their ability.
I never wish.
Wishes blow away.