Dreams Are Nightmares
When we were younger we wanted life to be like a fairy tale
we wanted to be rich and have a big house,
we wanted people to know our stories,
and we wanted them to know our names.
now we sit here and we want to make it through one more day,
because we don't have money,
and our parents can barely get by with paying the house bill.
We cry ourselves to sleep due to all of the rumors,
because people know our names,
and not our stories.
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