It's a bit high,
And I'm a little low,
Wait, did I say that alright?
There's no way I would know.
My eyes keep looking for music,
But it's like I'm still learning to love,
All the smoke from your cigarettes keeps hurting my feelings.
Oh, as such and a tad bit of mellow.
Where do these writers go?
Like hello, I'm serving your thoughts with my stylo.
The way you speak about me,
I'm beginning to see myself like a hero.
But I'm only human,
With my own chips and flaws.
The days dawn,
And reality thaws.
It's like the cold weather,
Almost getting unforgiving.
My heart's been freezing in the rain,
Standing and waiting for your love.
They say that love conquers all,
But if only it could,
Then we would have nothing to fear forever.
You would never have to hide the truths ever.
But then, what's it to live in a utopia,
When it's only a temple to your lies.
I'd rather live to face these misgivings.
What's it to live in a paradise when it's only serving lies.
I'd rather live in the hell of your disguise.
And so, out with the sane,
But that's what it is, reality.