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Believe In Dreams, by Flyleaf

I know, the days will come and go,
But baby I'll grow
old, But I will die.
For now, is it worth it to be sad, if
it's harder to be glad to be alive?
For the trouble I have caused
I wonder,
Where do I belong?

Is it here?

Believe in dreams you love so much,

Let the passion of your hearts make them real
And tell all the ones you love,
Anything and everything you feel.


I laugh about the past
But secretly,
Wish we
could go back,

And save the child...



As I look
around this room,
See the worried eyes I know
It's time I cannot buy
Was this worth the time to
write?
Was this worth the time to write?

Believe
in dreams
I believe in dreams
I believe in dreams

I believe in you

Believe in dreams you love so
much,
Let the passion of your hearts make them real
And tell all the ones you love,
Anything and everything you feel
Believe in dreams
Believe dreams



The lyrics are making me wonder things about my life.......

Like.......

"Where do I belong, is it here?" Is exactly how I feel right now.

"And tell all the ones you love, Anything and everything you feel".......... I wish I could tell all the ones I love anything and everything I feel. But I can't talk to people and I bottle my emotions. I don't need to burden someone with knowing anything and everything I feel. No one needs to know it's not important. I'm not important.

"Secretly I wish we could go back and save the child"..... The children I'm told I wasn't ready to have. I wasn't ready, but I would have made it work.

"Was this worth the time to write".......... I can't take back the time I regret wasting. I can't go back and find a job when I turned 16, so I wouldn't have to work at Burger King at 21.



I can't think of 1 thing I've suceeded at. I can't think of 1 thing right now that I'm proud of doing.

I'm not important keeps repeating in my head. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

And to think I thought I was getting better since I don't hate myself anymore, but nope. I still have no self-worth.

I don't understand why Nat's still with me. Why and how he put's up with this, when I crack and let him know what's going on.

scream What the HELL is wrong with me?

crying crying