Paint

people do not support others dreams.

I used to believe

love was held in small, condensed spaces

only traces of paint on the wall

then space becomes wider,

when I paint doors

to escape this world

made of angry, hopeful people



I'm not giving up on the dream

I'm giving up on you

cause your mind's made up on me

and I can't change how you feel

oh, how you take the child out of me

but I'll keep dreamin away



I walk in a world, where there's only smiles

lots of beauty through their chaos and their triumphs

then love is the core and I loose my thoughts

from the previous world I was i



But I'm not giving up on the dream

I'm giving up on you

cause your mind's made up on me

and I can't change how you feel

Oh how you take the child out of me

but I'll keep dreamin away