Perceived as kind hearted,
Gentle and sweet,
But no one ever listened to the voice in me.
No one heard her cry.
I wonder has anyone cared to listen I dream that someday I fall deep.
Deep into this oblivion space,
A space as kind and sweet as my dreams,
As my dreams grow so do I.
Imagination station dimming.
Reality growing down goes another.
Tears running down my face.
Perceived to be a young and dumb,
High School drop out,
But hold more knowledge then your average investor.
People push me step on me and call me names.
Fail to see that I, I will be your boss my dreams fade to shades of blues and grays.
My dreams so sweet,
My dreams fade on one heartless day.
They, the world, your people,
fell to realize, fell to understand
That I will come back and I will come back hard.
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