She stands here waiting for nothing more then a dream.
Something with a pleasant theme.
It slowly starts to terrorize her inside.
Society and her world starts to collide.
Treachory in their eyes.
They wait until her dream dies.
They storm in like a plague.
Leave her dream nothing more then a rag.
Dead on the floor.
She wants nothing more.
Nothing from nobody.
She lives in a twisted society.
Falling.
Into nothing.
Nobody will break her fall.
She has given it her all.
Still nothing happens as she see\'s
Still she disagree\'s.
Her dream is still alive.
And that will give her the extra drive.
To wait for nothing.
Hoping for something.
She shows aggression.
And that caught my attention.
Watching her with a treachorous eye.
And a dream waiting to die.
She doesn\'t exist.
that window of opportunity was missed.
A part of my insanity.
But she is real to me.
Someone i can talk to.
Someone i can get through.
Even if i know my beliefs are wrong.
I blink and she is gone.
Surrounded by people loniless is what i feel.
She isn\'t real.
My mind is criminal.
My love for her is subliminal...
