Lovers talked about it,poets couldn't describe it
Where wise men became the soldiers
Artists drew their paintings,flames of fire
Fire that burns you, either from the inside or the out side
No one could save you,no one could help
It's not a nightmare,reality itself
Fighting a losing battle,a battle between"logic" and your dream
Logic and your desire,they ask you to do what you like
You choose your dream.Who doesn't want to make her/his dream come true?
That's when reality hits you
Your desire burns you from the inside,burns your heart
The air you inhale becomes the fuel
Your lungs suffer you don't want to breathe anymore but you do anyway
You can't sleep,you can't stop thinking about it
With each tick you feel lost,with each tock you feel trapped
Tick-tock time is running,only two days left
You know you are going to hate it,you know you will be bored later
But regret? How could you regret something you've never done?
Regretting your own choice,regretting your own dream
It's like giving a little kid a game then telling him,he should not play with it
You know I can do it,you know I can make it.
You know I'm more than enough.Why are so worried about me?
The flames won't stop,it's an endless battle but the soldiers are mortal..
Reality isn't perfect,it's never been.That's the thing.