Thrown Dreams

Have you ever had the feeling of being so far away from yourself that you can't even see yourself.
In the mirror behind those empty eyes, you stare into nothingness.
As you turn the page to write another lyric but you crumple it up and throw it away.
As the garbage man comes every other day.
He's not the one who holds your heart, but he's the one that empties your soul, in a never ending pattern of lies.
Lies you try to take as an inspiration to show the world just how broken you really are...
But the mirrors still intact.
The same mirror you're still using to seek the depths of your soul.
The soul that the garbage man empties.
The man you have yet to see because you're still asleep.
Asleep because you spent that whole night searching through the words of your heart.
And yet when you found that word you THOUGHT it didn't fit.
You threw it away yet again.
And the garbage man.
The one who empties the can.
He holds the keys to your dreams.
The dreams you continuosly throw away.