Slowly and gently, it's fading away,
Like a rose that bloomed with strength and optimism's sway.
I laughed and claimed it, not knowing it was just a dream,
One of my darkest,
They say dreams come true, but at this point, I'll hold a knife against it , though it's a thousand to one,
Days passing by, awaiting my reply, but it was never going to happen
Now I'm like a sunflower, awaiting the sun's brightness,
Which brings smiles and laughter on their faces
But I wish it would be the end
Because going back to it, it's a hell full of pessimism
Everything comes to pass nothing is permanent