Many desires fill my heart that'll never come true,
but I still believe in them.
Hoping and praying that when i die i could be happy.
Even if it were for that last breath.
All my dreams and wishes are too painful to think of,
because, to face the truth, they'll never come true.
The only thing I wish will not happen.
Something so simple but won't fall.
I stumble in tracks and beg for it.
But I know I just let myself down.
Everytime.
So I bleed my tears,
since my eyes are dry.
And just might be forever.
When I need to the most and try and try,
my eyes beg to differ.
Wishing and wishing,
for my eyes to release my pain.
