The City of Dreams
Yea, that’s what they call it
The city of dreams
Here is were your wildest dreams comes true
Well, at least that’s what they say
So you take’s your old pair of jeans
And travels towards this city of dreams
With the hope of achieve something
That’s much greater then anything before
Because in this city no one can fail
That’s what they say at least
And you love the way people live here
Everyday is a party
Girls, Girls, Girls
Everybody is nice
Everyone laughs
Everything shines
You can have it all
All you have to do is to reach out and crab it
If you can
But then the day comes when
When nobody laughs
And all your credit card gets smashed in fucking half
Your so called friend backs stabs you
And you walk alone in the dark streets
No one to talk to
No one that listens
No one who cares
And you sit there with a big bag of cannabis
And watch your life pass through in reruns
But wasn’t this the city of dreams
Where your wildest dreams come true
No, it’s all false; everybody looks after its own winnings
And no body truly cares about you
It’s like Pandora’s Box
When you open it you have to take the consequences
If you don’t believe me… take a closer look… if you can
By: Alexander Lönn
I like this one! The feeling in the text and the way you have written it is very good! It was even better when you read it, your voice is made for poetry or should I say that poetry is made for your voice.
SvaraRadera