Shhhhhh. I had to very quietly perform this. — KC
Dream thief, you opened up my mind with a knife,
and you cut away what you wanted for yours.
And it didn’t hurt at first.
I was glad to have someone deep inside.
Where’d you go with my dreams?
I’m not just another boy who will wait
for you to see what you’re missing.
You painted a masterpiece with the stories you stole
from the darkest corner of my mind.
And the thunder of applause for what you’d done
was not for my pain, but for your crime.