Why do I live life from dream to dream and dread the day my dreaming ends? Why do I dream of what might have been? Why do I dream that things will get better? Why do I dream that I can hide? Why do I dream that I could even dream this? Why do I dream to only let myself fall? Why do I dream that people actually care? Why do I dream when there is no hope? Why do I dream to wake up wishing I was made of Stone? Why do I dream that one day that there words won’t sing? Why do I dream that one day my tears won’t stain? Why do I dream that I am free? Why do I dream that I’m better than what I am? Why do I dream? Why do I dream?