Watching my reflection changing,
in the window,
I cross the street.
Knowing time is running out,
I turn my,
attention to my feet.

Getting hard not to realize, that the dreams I held so dear ain't coming true.

Place the key into the lock,
turning it,
I open up my door.
Inside I return again,
hoping I might emerge,
with something more.

But everyday, seems like one day less, of kidding myself I've got a way out through this mess.

Now,
everywhere I turn,
I see a,
figure struggling desperately;
everywhere I turn,
I feel a pain.

Am I waking,
from a dream
or am I falling,
fast asleep

Watching my reflection changing,
in the fountain,
I toss some coin.
Knowing things can't be the same,
I make my wish,
then walk away.

Hoping something turns up soon, I don't know, how much longer I can wait.

Cause,
everywhere I turn,
I see a,
figure struggling desperately;
everywhere I turn,
I feel a pain.

Am I waking,
from a dream
or am I falling,
fast asleep