I used to be a dreamer
and the things I'd dreamt were bright colors
lacy ribbons, sweet candies, and caring words
But I forgot about them.
I used to dream of my own wedding
and all the grand preparations I'd planned for it
pearls and dresses, suits and ties ...
But I don't want to deal with those things anymore.
I used to dream of having children of my own one day
and these images I'd imagined were of warmth
happy smiles, boo-boo kisses, and loving hugs
But I don't want to have them now.
I used to believe in a happy life
but these things are simply too good to be true
loving families, supportive friends, wonderful neighborhoods
That's not gonna happen in this expectant earth.
I used to hate being alone
and its quietness and the void
But seeing how people forged this world
It has become my thirst and elixir.