Dreams

Dreams
Are like tumors of the brain
They grow and grow till they end the dreamer
Finally causing the brain to burst
The dreams to go flooding out like tears
Tears you cried to make this dream come true
And just like the dreamer becomes an angel
They dreams become reality

Target Starbucks (Complain)

I wear your green apron with my red name tag
Looking like a christmas tree
But I can't complain
Cause the other starbucks down the street
Makes less than me
So I won't complain

You have the privileges
I've never had
But I can't complain
Because I've come farther than you
Even though we are at the same place
So I won't complain

I'm just as funny and clever as you
Just as pretty as you
Though I've never had a boyfriend
But I can't complain
Cause my life is still completing ahead of me
Waiting for every single moment and memory to be made
So I won't complain