I Could Be...
You're bound by your dreams and you can't get out.
You know your dream's impossible but like everybody else with a dream you still fight.
Making fantasy reality that's what it's all about.
Small time kid dreaming big things, feel me?
I could be the next president, the next Tom Seaver, the final person on Earth trying to
survive.
My heart's filled with mixed emotions. All about my dreams, all about life, and none of
them involve me.
Yeah I know it's confusing but how can you have game with no players?
How can you write your master piece with no pen or paper?
How can you live your life knowing that you never gave it 100% out there?
Sooner or later we realize what we wanna be but for me it's just one big scheme with the
final word being " Peace "
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