wurld04

I'm still looking back To when there was time for dreams To when there was more to me Than a failure And a writer Now all I am is a fighter Constantly fighting myself. What happened to dreaming What happened to believing? Now that i'm nearly grown There's no room for dancing There's no time for laughing There's no room for dancing There's no room for dancing. What happened to that ballerina? The butterfly. I see her spinning and twirling, In my mind. What happened to that ballerina? Filled with pride. What happened to that ballerina? She taught me how to fly. What happened to dreaming What happened to believing?

Who will be there when I break down and cry? I cry alone at night with the wind blowing on my face. I have these thoughts that no one could ever erase. Time passes and the bad thoughts won't go away. They take my tears and somehow make me pay. I'm afraid to be alone. I'm confused and I don't know what to do. Help me understand. Help me understand. Who will be there to tell me when not to lie? I wear a mask to hide my fears from all of you. My smile is a lie that I believe is overdue. Day after day, the smiles aren't real, But you are the one that never let me heal. I'm afraid to be alone. I'm confused and I don't know what to d

My soul, under torment and duress Currently seeking exit from stress Has a strange appearance of rest. Internally, my heart can see The darkened blood which pumps in me And causes my soul, no longer to breathe. Externally, your eyes will envision A kind-hearted soul who lives on a mission To send everyone's troubles into remission. Eternally, my soul can't bear The burdens of woe and the feelings of care. Won't someone accept my troubles, to share?