Looking ahead through the sands of time i see nothing
only hopeless dreams and wasted talent awaited by death
i wrote these words and kept them hidden away
did not strive for what i always wished to achieve
let smoke cloud the image of the dream i use to have
the pen in my hand fell to the pad that is now covered in dust
it was all left up to me all i had to do was try
now i am left with the regrets of what would've been
thinking at least tomorrow will be better then today
but as long as my thoughts were gone this could never be true
so now the pad is no longer covered with dust but with words again
as my future looks much better as long as I'm holding a pen
only hopeless dreams and wasted talent awaited by death
i wrote these words and kept them hidden away
did not strive for what i always wished to achieve
let smoke cloud the image of the dream i use to have
the pen in my hand fell to the pad that is now covered in dust
it was all left up to me all i had to do was try
now i am left with the regrets of what would've been
thinking at least tomorrow will be better then today
but as long as my thoughts were gone this could never be true
so now the pad is no longer covered with dust but with words again
as my future looks much better as long as I'm holding a pen
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