One day I wanna sing to a nation like I'm the only one in the room.
One day I wanna stop pretending I like going to school
One day this life will no longer be a fairy tale broken dreams will be put together like a heart shaped puzzle.
As I lay down thinking of all my broken dreams
I realized they were not broken just incomplete.
The time has come to spread my wings pick up my tool box and fix my dreams. Pick up the paint and paint it nice.
I'm getting hungry I think I'll cook instead of buy. Cause my dreams are more important to me this time.