Sad we are told to believe
That we can be whatever that we see
Well that's not how life really goes
It'll run you through the ringer, just so you know
My friend, here lies the death of a dream
Yea a childhood dream
Foolishly I used to [C7]see
But that part of me turned into [C7]ɾegularity
No star shines the brightest, we're all [Em]just tɾying to [C7]make it
I wish I could tell you [A7I'm wrong [Am]
Well my [A]friend here lies the death of a dream
Falling, pick myself up
Walking around in a daze
Smiling, put on [C7]on [C7]my [A]face
They'll never see through this haze
Well my [A]friend, here lies the death of a childhood dream