Michael McParland (7-19-1983 / Dayton, Ohio)
Stupid dreams that make me scream.
Cause they're useless and hope is lean.
I've been so stupid with my schemes.
Sharing with you these hidden things.
How could I dare to hope you'd think,
that I was special when I'm a dink.
These stupid dreams built me up.
Fawning for the sweetest love.
Pure and clean just like a dove.
Held up in such high esteem,
I now see that he's your dream.
Along he came and played the game.
Now I'm left here full of shame.
Surrounded with these stupid shattered dreams..
They screwed my life and broke my heart.
Why on earth did they ever start?
Forget the love it's a useless bit.
Ignore it now and find true grit.
These stupid dreams such pain has lit.
On them all I hatefully spit.
They burn like hell a ghostly spell.
Pissing in the wishing well.
All my hopes and dreams have fell.
Consigned to a life of lonely hell.
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