What dreams are made of....

[old_sweet_pea]

I can't help but think that this is personal gain.

You pull me this way and that and tell me everything but the right thing. I'm not a thing, I'm a human being. I can't just go and go and go. At some point I have to stop and think about me.
I give and give while you continue to take. My heart breaks and I weep silently because I know how much you mean to me. But you can't say the same, because you're too busy worrying about the insignificant things. You try to act so much like you care.

So blame me for being me. Tell me I'm wrong and everything I'm doing goes without a purpose.
I have to be myself at least some of the time, or I might as well put on an orange suit and call me yours.
My feet drag and I lag, because I'm so far behind on the times...

Is this really what I'm destined for? Of course not, but you thought you had me going there for a second. I'm not to be tampered with. My emotions are soft and my skin is tough. I've seen what bad is and I know what wrong does. So, tell me what I should do with my life!

But no matter what I will always be who I am and I will always pursue the dreams I know I'm capable of.