What I Wanted

                                  Just stop and listen for a minute; I can't remember.

One time I stopped thinking about this; I can't remember.

Sometimes I feel all I've got are stupid dreams.

At least they're for real and right now that's good enough for me.



For every time an hour goes by I wish one hundred times.

If I had more guts I probably give it a try.

Sometimes I feel all I've got are stupid dreams.

At least they're for real and right now that's good enough for me.



I wish that I knew what I wanted So I could teach myself to live without it.



For days now I've listened to myself

Did I forget how to recognize myself?