Reality Bites
Somedays I ask myself...
How can I make it alone
Why are decisions so hard to make
When will I stop crying
Why are my dreams laced in gold
And why do fairytales seem so real
when reality feels like a lump in my throat
What do I really have to choose from
Not much
That's sad
It just makes me cry
Again
How can I make it alone
Why are decisions so hard to make
When will I stop crying
Why are my dreams laced in gold
And why do fairytales seem so real
when reality feels like a lump in my throat
What do I really have to choose from
Not much
That's sad
It just makes me cry
Again
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