Melancholy Whispers

By Chris Devine

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.

I don't mean to sound so bitter, but it's a natural state for me,
All this practice being a victim, I've forgotten how to be
Myself, and how to open up my heart to endless love,
But cliches and endless platitudes will never be enough, because ...

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.

Tell it to me slowly; I'm trying to follow you.
Insincerity and deception, I'm bewildred and confused.
These barriers around me now, at least I made myself,
To moderate this distance, and keep my mental health.

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.

Don't laugh at me; it's not funny ...
Okay, so it is.
I'd be laughing at me, too, if I could tell why it is that ...

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.

Melancholy whispers and selfish little lies,
Ugly plastic faces to revile and to despise.

I had dreams but they have all been killed.
Life's a trail of broken promises that leads to one fulfilled.