People sometimes dream,
About some magical place.
Where no one worries,
About pain, death and race.

It's a place that's good,
Where hate does not exist,
Where problems are never solved,
Through the raising of fists.

It is here that friends remain,
And betrayal is never thought.
You have faith in your friends,
In the friendship you have no doubt.

Your first love is your last,
Sad tears you never weep.
You pray to your love,
Your soul to keep.

But the reality of it is,
That pain is what leads.
This dream is simply that,
Nothing but mere fantasy.

People talk behind your back,
And stab it when they're done.
You find out that your girl
Just was not the one.

You see people die,
You see them fade away,
Leaving you alone
To face the following day.

So you see, there is no place,
Where everything is just right.
You can only take what you can get,
As you go on through life.