I have too many dreams. Some are so big they're tearing at my seams; I'm ready to burst. Ten years from now when you see me walking down the road, remember my dreams, remember that they're still with me.
I haven't met a dream killer yet, someone introduce me to one. I need to get rid of some of these silly little ideas I have for my life, save myself from bursting.
Stitch me up the sides and wrap me in gauze. Maybe I'll find a way to stay in tact, find a way to keep these dreams inside.
Dreams hold a stronger control over you than you'd expect.
I'm not a kid but I still dream like one.
