This is the day I stop dreaming, today I shall not imagine anything.
I bury the child who never wants to leave.
I have to hang up my spurs and live a life of dull slurs.
I have to stop believing, stop caring and stop being me.
What is the point? Does life change if you believe?
Do you change? Does anything ever change?
Optimism is god's way of telling you that you are a fool.
I don't want live now, I want to drift and finish this journey like everyone else.
A mindless minion in the crowd.