What's the point?


You tell me to use my imagination

But erase my every creation

You tell me to be a dreamer

But crush my very thoughts

You tell me to reach for the stars

But cut me off before I get there.

You tell me my future is my own

Yet you twist my path till it matches yours.


So, what's the point?


Don't lie to me.

Don't give me hope,

Don't look me in the eye and tell me the sky is the limit,

You and I both know I could travel farther.


You give and you take without any regard of what you have done,

Despite your unfaithful actions , I can't help but see the future

One where my aspiration become real,

And yours are nothning but ashes. 





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