Don't dream, they have facts for that. Don't look back. The world is always burning. I thought I slipped into a dream. I thought I held onto something. Bu it was nothing that could be measured So it became superstitious to believe I did everything I could to forget the past But those thoughts just didn't last for me. I think I forgot how to measure most of my hopes I think I held too long onto my dreams Now they're just something I thought of Something I didn't see. Why then are they made of everything to me Something I thought of Something I felt Nothing that matters to me. There were many times I thought I think I forgot