Tendency

Dreams, I haven't found any yet
I don't think they're real for anyone else
Goal, can go off and kill themselves
all they given me is regret

Reasoning with our own deception
I'll find "success" if I want it bad enough; What?
Don't you realize how insane that sounds
get your head out of the clouds
it's not realistic to be so optimistic
I can't take your sunny disposition
when It's so easy looking back
finding failures to list, far to thick it's sick
the crushing rubble in my stomach
knowing I'll never be what I wanted to be
How could I smile, How could I laugh
When I'll always know what's in my past