by Joe Hill

Created on: December 03, 2009

Stuck In a Dream

It never seemed like my life.

Nothing ever seems to go right.

Happiness is always far from sight.

Just to breathe is a fight.

And I never had one doubt.

There was ever really a way out.

Always I left alone sad to pout.

Why must I be stuck?

Seems there is never enough luck.

Life really stinks and sucks.

Is this a dream or reality?

Am I alive or a casualty?

I really want to know what this is actually.

I keep thinking things will change.

Why is every thing so strange?

Why is everything out of my reach?

Why is everything out of my range?

I just want to wake. Stop raising the stakes.

I am not like you, I am not fake.

Unlike you I refuse to take.

Unlike you I refuse to get caught up in hells gates.

I do not want to be a victim to my own fate.

But unfortunately I fear I am too late.

Stuck in this dream, stuck in this world I hate.

Stuck with all these silly pathetic man made rules.

Treated like a slave, or more like a mule.

I am more than a tool. I am more than your fool.

Why must I be apart of your new world order?

All you want to do is trap me in your silly borders.

There is nothing I can do to stop this pain.

There is nothing I can do to stop your aim.

There is nothing I can do to stop this game.

This is truly sad, this is truly lame.

I guess I will drown in all this rain.

Why must I be stuck in this dream?

Why is that just the way things seems?

How did I get stuck in a world that's so mean?

Why is there no should that I can use to lean?

Why is my life full of so much dirty steam?

Why can't I have the good life that's nice and clean?

Why can't I get out of this dream?

I fear I can not see clear. From danger I can not steer.

I wish I didn't even have these ears.

Because evil is all they seem to hear.

Is there a witch riding on my back?

Is that just how crap stacks?

Why can't I have the things I lack?

Why must I always get smacked?

Why under my feet are there sharp pain filled tacks?

Why was I born on the wrong side of the tracks?

I am tired of living with these kinds of facts.

I am so tired of the cold.

I am so tired of hearts that are froze.

This is not the life I would have chose.

I never thought I would be one of those.

Forever stuck in this same silly pose.

My open book life is now closed.

And 2012 is coming fast.

Will there be a future or just a past?

I am so damn tired of wearing this cast.

And I also hate this silly world that's built on cash.

I am tired of being kicked in my ass.

I am tired of being made to wear this mask.

I am tired of being forced to do your evil tasks.

I am tired of being beaten and thrashed.

I feel this hateful world will not last.

Will we slow down or will we crash?

Lord please take me into your wings.

Please show me some different things.

Is anyone listening, ding.

I want to live in a world that's clean.

The entire world should go green.

I am tired of living in a world where they pull all the strings.

I think the whole world should stand together and sing.

I think the whole world should stand together as a team.

I am really tired of being stuck with people with no spleen.

No backbone and or no shine no sheen.

Maybe I'm wrong and that's just the way it seems.

But there is nothing to hold on to, to cling.

And falling over and over really stings.

I am so tired of being stuck in this ring.

No longer do I want to do these silly things.

No longer do I want to be stuck in this dream.

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