Daggers

A dagger in my back
A dagger in my heart
Thrown by the same hand
To tear my dreams apart.

Dreams with eyes that are open
Dreams with eyes that are closed
Never meant to come true
Because I went and supposed.

I supposed you spoke with honesty
I supposed you spoke with truth
This hoping and these fantasies
Will confiscate my youth.

My youth is growing faint
My youth is growing dim
I will feel no sympathy
When daggers are thrown at him.