Hopes And Dreams

In a small town,
with small people,
a small community with,
small hopes and dreams,
broken and shattered into a million pieces,
by false hopes of being something,

Why should our dreams die,
just because reality shows her ugly face,
she tightens her grip on your passions and dreams,
and she tries to squeeze them out of you,
but can't she see?
trying to rip her jet-black nails into my neck,

trying to make my blood flow,
like a river that runs wild,
trying to dig her hate and realism into my skull,
trying to drain my hopes and dreams,
out of me like raging blood,

I felt her stench on my face,
the smell of rotten eggs and fresh dog shit,
hopes and d reams,
they make you life worth wild,
so you have something to live for,
hopes and dreams,

we are the wide-eyed idiots,
just hoping that our dreams would be filled,
but the sweetest taste in,
victory is that some of us,
can reach  our hopes and dreams,

I can still feel her stench,
merely smell it,
she fallows me like a big black rain cloud,
she's looming over me,
and voice in my head wants to tell her off,
as i resist her razor-nails dig into my flesh again,
deeper and deeper,
more lost hopes and dreams,
are lost from my soul,
but what can we do?

the bitch she comes afer you,
when your innocently sleeping,
she wants to kill all,
hopes and dreams,