Thoughts run wild like the deer in the forest.
Ducking, Diving, Weaving, Raceing.
Finding a way out, or trying to find the way back in.
Shot down by the man with the gun.
As our thoughts run free we find it harder and harder to keep out grip on reality.
As every person thinks the world because that bit more dangerous.

Our lives are like Horror movies.
We can hear the voices shouting, screaming for us.
Yet our mindless bodies ignore the warnings.
We know the bad guys, they hide in the shadows, its in the script.
Yet thats where we walk.
Our lives are the horror movies.
Fate is the script, the way we head, can't add some of you own flare.
The flare comes when the lights flicker and everything blacks out.
Their screams arn't important anymore.

The happiness of life is what you feel inside.
Dreams you've kept running for all those years.
"i want to be a fire man."
"i want to be a princess."
"i want to be a cook."
"i want to be a pro wrestler."
"i want to be a dad."
"i want to be a tattoo artist."
"i want to be a doctor."
"i want to be a mum."
But have forgotten because they seemed so out of reach.
Do you know that happiness? Do you remember those dreams?
They have never been too out of reach, persistance.
And to believe in yourself.
Every thing is possible if you put your mind, soul and heart to it.
To give up, is to refuse everything.
The disappointment to let ones self down,
just by giving up.
I suppose its your choice though.