Dreams are meant to be broken,
Because none of them come true,
I listen but no words are spoken,
So my mind may wander through,.
All the frustrations and the pain,
Like thunder and lightning hitting the ground.
Then down comes the pouring rain
Wherever I go its all around.
There's always something to spool the imagination
For dreams were never meant to be
Whether its' anger or frustration
Or maybe it would just be me.
I'm just a constant daydreamer.
I don't have to be sleeping.
Half of them I don't remember.
So I guess I must have been dreaming.