The rain has dried
And the rainbow has left...
the sun has gone down
and the moon is hidden
dreams are held high
and held in the palm of my hand
Childish dreams have left my mind
and high dreams take their place
Gone so far... not willing to give them up
Working so hard.. For what?
A dream that might or never come true?
people may say i'm crazy
for fallowing my dreams so long
but i dont' mind what they said
When the rain is pouring down
and the rainbow had disappeared
the sun is hidden
and the moon is held high...
My happiness has disappeared
but my dreams are still held tight
my saddness is in my mind
and the razorblade is held tightly in my hand
will i have the courage to press down?
and distroy all my dreams?
Laying the razorblade down, upon the wooden table
a crooked smile comes to my face...
i can make it through the rain..
into sunshine i will find...
no need for blood...
cus i have my dreams by my side...
fairtales come true...
love is sometimes a cure
scars do fade...
and dreams do come true.
 
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