Adult Nightmares

A light shining in darkness 
Shining so bright
Guided me ever onward
Fueled my fight
Towards it strived my whole life
Endured the pain 
Finally arrived to find
My guiding light
Was just an oncoming train.
No time to cry
No time to scream...

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GROWING UP ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK
Its waking nightmares 
made of shattered dreams
You scream out in tears
You plead beg and you ask
To skip a few years 
To just get bigger and fast 
Then you get your wish
You're finally there at last 
Just to find you wish
You could just take it back...

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I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE 
Another sad melody
A morbid melancholy 
Woe is always me
YET IF YOU CUT THE ACT.
If you don't hold back 
if you sing stright from your heart
LUCK YOUR LIFE DON'T LACK
If your song ain't going dark
If its from the heart
if it ain't gone dark
if the heart...
ain't gone dark...

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Life is cold and gruff 
Overflowing with suffering 
The world is rough
Not everyone gets to eat
we've more than enough
but have twice as much greed
For life we all lust
Lackluster as life may be
World devoid of love
With unending grief
To be blunt it's fucked
Feels senseless entirely
So at the risk of
Sounding childish or cringey 
I'll be lamenting 
And I'll be doing it in 
All brutal honesty

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I thought when younger 
Id be content when adult
Thought it would differ
unaware I indulged 
In lies for comfort
Figured life would improve
Then I discovered
That was nowhere near the truth
Life doesn't get better
Growing up is learning to 
Weather the storm 
An uphill battle forever 
Never to be won 
We like to lie to each other 
Dream of possibilities 
But dreaming won't recover 
What's lost while dreaming
Fantasy robs you of yer
finite time 
In Reality 

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So abandon your nightmares 
Forget your dreams
They'll only haunt you later
Shred you at the seams
Instead take no prisoner
love and live freely
fear not desire
For it offer no apology 
From regret sever
Don't waste time appeasing 
Or playing mother 
Time and youth are fleeting
Can't be recovered
It leaves grown men weeping
the realization 
Their fantasies and dreaming
have no relation 
to what comes to be
we can't go back
the past is history
dead and that's that
it's best buried...

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