We're the dreams you'll believe in.
We're growing up.
The world is unfolding,
no, in fact it's folding back up infront of us.
I still believe the world is full of possibilities.
I believe that everyday someone can prove that
you're wrong.
I want to have faith in people.
That's a choice I've made.
But it still gets me.
Possibilities shrink.
Reality kicks in.
People are selfish,
driven by their own desires.
I guess once you get stabbed too many times your world folds.
What was once a world full of possibilities is now nothing but
a small fraction of the map.
It's been folded and halved time and time again,
that what's left is you.
Alone.
We can all be cynical.
It's easy.
We can believe the worst in people,
build a wall.
Prevent being hurt, prevent being disappointed.
But that's too easy isn't it?
Say no.
No, I will not give in.
I will not buckle.
One day, some day,
someone will prove me wrong.
It's a choice.
Fold, or leave in search for more.
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He used to tell me I'm naive.
In the real world people will stab us in the back,
sabotage us, step on our heads.
He said I'm living in a fantasy world.
I believed him for a moment.
He got to me.
Maybe we've been too used to seeing people get hurt,
and fearing that we, too, will suffer like them.
But that's the point right?
Why do these people do that?
To see us fall. Fall,
fall like toy soldiers.
Hurt, wounded.
Well, go ahead.
Prove them wrong.
Get back up, continue believing in the world.
But oh well,
it's a personal choice.
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So what's it gonna take, silver shadow believer?