Walking on the sidewalk
on my two feet
look around me
and I see
all my dreams
behind beams
trying to speak
they can't breathe
life ain't never what it seems.
Can't believe my life
was a fantasy
and I feel
like a freak
dreaming about jellybeans and ice cream
wishing that these things were possibly
a part of life, a part of me
that I was free
from the screams
the police.
Broken people
bursting at the seams
out of their jeans
wishing they had second chances
just to see
everything.
So I'm looking at my sneakers
looking down
trying to smile but have to frown
at the people
all around
with their dreams
behind screens
trying to leave
but can't see
nothing but their broken dreams.
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