I'm on the verge of giving up.
I don't feel like life is worth living anymore.
All my dreams are looked at as things a part of my imagination,
And truthfully, I think that this is something I wasn't ready to face,
But now I have to.
I mean deep down I always knew I wasn't good enough to be one of the greats.
Deep down, I always knew that no one would care about what I have to say.
Life has shown me this in so many ways,
And I've always looked over it, even though it was sitting there right in front of my face.
But I guess not everyone can see their dream come true in life,
No matter how hard they try.
I know I won't,
And each day that passes me by,
Is another one where I wish I could die.
Because my dreams died long ago,
It just took me this long to realize.
