I smile and nod,
when you say that dreams are untrue.
But just because you're talking
doesn't mean I think you're right.
I think that when I talk about what I want,
you shut your heart up.
You've forgotten how it feels when
someone's tearing your dreams down.
Now you talk this way,
so harsh, so completely cynical.
When was the last time you saw
what a gift it is to be alive?
And when you ask me to give up all of my dreams
so I can live up to your expectations,
that's not what I want.
It's not what I want.
Hundred thousand job ideas,
plan to fly into the sky
and just see how far I go,
but you're trying to keep me here
with you on the ground.
You think I don't know all the dreams that
you used to have,
you think I don't know how your reality
contrasts sharply with that.
I'm not like you,
I'll never be like you,
I can't give up everything.
I've got to learn to fly,
got to try
to make it all come true.
And I know that there's a way
if I just keep believing,
then all my dreams will be true.