Start with fear Add a heavy dose of self-doubt A sprinkle of criticism from others And sharpen the blade of reality Finally, swing hard Crack. The beautiful dream weakens And you swing again Crack. The process repeats itself Over and over and over again Weakening dream after dream And slowly crushing a soul You’re not only killing my dream You're killing me as well The blade hits again further damaging me But it won’t break No matter How hard you swing How much fear there is How the words of other hurt me Because I will always get back up Beaten and bloody, but alive You think Why won't this dream die? Because I won't let it I will not go down without a fight