Bitter Reality
When things get too real to handle...
I never wanted to enter reality,
But I guess the time has come.
Everything is so surreal, and clear.
The intensity of the sun is burning my eyes.
I do not like this place, no.
I prefer the back of my mind, where there's no sun.
Where it's always quiet and I can think.
There comes a time though,
When a person must step out of their shell and come back to life.
Be reborn.
But I guess the time has come.
Everything is so surreal, and clear.
The intensity of the sun is burning my eyes.
I do not like this place, no.
I prefer the back of my mind, where there's no sun.
Where it's always quiet and I can think.
There comes a time though,
When a person must step out of their shell and come back to life.
Be reborn.
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