Half A Dream - Mr. J. Medeiros, Marty James

Eighteen years in the making

Her heart is heavy in fear of it breaking

And every tear is an awakening

Its brings her nearer she appears to be taken in

By the sight of a girl she doesn’t recognize

Her own image yo how could she forget those eyes

Probably cus the one that’s behind them

Has grown a little weary of the One who designed them

All she ever wanted was to feel pretty

She pours pain in her heart till it spills pity

Blind to her own masterpiece

She hangs pictures on the wall

Of people she would rather be

This isn’t how it has to be

Visit pass the screen

See how they fit false images in magazines

Media type magic photo shop press

See how it looks like plastic yo its not flesh

She’s a product of the products they sell

Another project in a marketing cell

And it’s getting even harder to tell

Herself her bodies beautiful

Trying to copy what computers do

That don’t mean nothing

Wasting your time

Looking for something you’ll never find

Look through the make up

It’s not what it seems

When will we wake up from half of a dream

His wallet size is a call to the eyes of most women

Plus the car that he drives and his bold living

Meant to symbolize he’s goal driven

Now He’s starting to wonder

Why everyone he knows is gold digging

From his home living to his bar hoping

Wherever he is he knows his credit cards got him

Feeling like a star shopping

With the fear of rock bottom

Steering his wheels and not stopping

Yeah he got problems but he won’t let them find him

He’d rather not solve them then let them redefine him

See he can’t see behind them only his need to hide them

Within his dreams he ties them

On to everything he’s buying

He sees an item he makes a purchase

Never seeing inside him that there’s a greater purpose

And everything he’s paid for is straight worthless

If what he’s made for doesn’t break surface

He’s a product of the products he sells

Another project in a marketing cell

And it’s getting even harder to tell

Himself from his merchandise

The search for gold ain’t worth your life

That don’t mean nothing

Wasting your time

Looking for something you’ll never find

Look through the make up

It’s not what it seems

When will we wake up from half of a dream

No one ever said it was easy

Life will break you down if you let it

But you gotta work

But you gotta work through it somehow

I know how you feel believe me

You got to make a point to just stand your ground

The time is now without a doubt

We’ll get through it and figure it out

That don’t mean nothing

Wasting your time

Looking for something you’ll never find

Look through the make up

It’s not what it seems

When will we wake up from half of a dream