Sad we are told to believe
That we can be whatever that we see
Well that's not how life really goes
It'll run you through the ringer, just so you know
My friend, here lies the death of a dream
Yea a childhood dream
Foolishly I used to see
But that part of me turned into regularity
No star shines the brightest, we're all just trying to make it
I wish I could tell you I'm wrong
Well my friend here lies the death of a dream
Falling, pick myself up
Walking around in a daze
Smiling, put on on my face
They'll never see through this haze
Well my friend, here lies the death of a childhood dream