we all have our dreams and we all have our nightmares emotion makes us who we are still we bleed only what our eyes can tell us but someday we will break free and only the scars will show what we have done with our time always feeling watched over counted and separated we bless what we love while we turn our heads from what we're afraid of our happiness must be overrated (but didn't you know that everything has a purpose) our fate is still unknown and tomorrow is questioned each day every sunset is a shoulder a closer our hero a best friend they say that to live perfect is a fantasy and to die perfect is the only reality (but didn't you know that everything is beautiful) ...still you go ahead and dig your tunnel.