my dreams are all but dead
the life i have seems full of dread
i tried so hard i crashed alone
wishing my heart was stone
moonlight shined on all she could
if they wanted to they would
the light is becoming faded
my warm heart cold and jaded
if this was class i know a few who would get detention
because of the sheer fact they dont pay attention
i know i deserve the love i put out
but to get it i shouldnt have to shout
freely given because they want to
because love isnt a thought its simply what you do
so my dreams are all but dead
you should hear the voice inside my head
and that is not even the worst
last in line just a consolation prize
but i ask myself are these even lies
they all chose something or someone over me
if there is something else i cannot see
and so inside of me this heart of gold
is turning scared overshadowed and cold