If I reached for my hopes by a ladder,
the world would break the ladder while I'm at the top.

They'd watch as I fell to the ground,
bones crushing and stabbing into my heart.

The blood would spill all around me,
and my scream would be silenced...

If my hopes were the stars shooting in the sky,
I'd fly high to reach for them

Once I got to the stars,
I'd find out my dreams have been burned away,
my hopes torched into the nothingness of the atmosphere.

Gravity would slam me back into the earth,
slam me back into reality...

Reality.
Where my dreams are imaginary.
My hopes are made to be destroyed.
My heart...
was meant to be broken.