how do dead dreams die
do they just slip away
dissipate while you cry
do they go out fighting
or do they lock up to a day
when they hope for reuniting
with that spark of hope
learning how to cope
while new dreams take the stage
how do old flames burn out
do they sputter and smoke
drift away while you pout
do they go out in a blaze
or do they smolder and choke
the world with a lingering haze
blinding the time ahead
confused and mislead
clouding the path to better days
surely i don’t know
i’ve all ready let mine go
surely i don’t care
i’m totally unaware
surely i don’t mind
if you’re taking your time
(to figure you out)
surely i don’t dream
of the things you’ve been
surely i’ve got my life
and i think i’m all right
it’s just the way i am
maybe it’s heartless
to you
but understand
i never meant this
that’s true
how do your dreams die
that’s not a question i
can ever be an answer to