Reality(die).
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Sometimes I sit and wonder why reality wants to kill all the dreams anyone ever had.
So inclined to take the hope of another. Hungered by the truth that you can take the things that mean so much to me.
Tinkering emotions like they were some toy. Wondering what this button would do if you wanted to push it.
Oh reality, why doom us with the forgotten dream? Why even put hope that change would pass over just to make the truth ever so harder to bare.
The ticking clock inspired me to fight it. This one way ticket you call life. What you meant to me will soon be a dream of a time when I kinda cared.
So reality by any means of means I'm leaving your team for a dream that you cant destroy.
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and I didn't even try to crawl
But I was forced to run with you mocking me, stopping me, backstabbing me constantly.
But it really doesn't matter to me
Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard.
So things finally seem to be taken out of context. A philosophers dream I suppose, for people finally read between the lines.
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