What did it mean?

I run away from there,
From empty endless promises,
I just forgot my feel,
it's getting deeper soulless.
Sometimes, I can't remember,
How can I be the real?
And seems my pain forever,
I don't may find the heal...

Someday I will be better,
I'll recognise my fears...
What does it truly matter,
If these were just my dreams?

Sometimes, I'm being stranger,
Than I can let myself,
It may be is my pleasure,
I'm scared my second half.
And I've been running farther,
From living in nowhere,
I thought, I'll be another,
I will be free somewhere.

Someday I will be better,
I'll recognise my fears...
What does it truly matter,
If these were just my dreams?

I'd throw down angry pictures
Into the hole of hate,
But I refused that fiction,
I'll get much better fate.
I've just forgiven everything,
That triggered my mind,
I chose my way in other things,
And felt that I can fly.

Someday I will be better,
I'll recognise my fears...
What does it truly matter,
If these were just my dreams?