As I lie in my car Cutting and bleeding, I come to envy Those who are dreaming. A dream, a goal, Something to live for. What value it would be To have something To reach for. What a fantasy it is To have dreams, To have plans. Such delusions escape me, Such fantasies have been canned.. What a dream, what a dream. Nothing is real. If only I understood What real people feel. As for me, there is pain. As for me, there are tears. Life is no dream. I've nothing but fears. Such a heart, broken and lost. Nothing seems to be worth Such a terrible cost. Such a dream, Such a pain. How is it my life Is always in vain? And all that I know Has gone down the drain. As Restless Heart sang: "The road I have traveled on is paved with good intentions. It's litered with broken dreams that never quite came true."