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I'm s-I-c-k of my meaningless life
I am tired of my purposeless life.
Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by
Opportunities are passing me by.
It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y
This is the harsh reality.
Presold, you are lady of terrible guilt
You are burdened with a significant sense of guilt.
That's not my I-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will
Your concept of free will differs from mine.
It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y
This is the harsh reality.
Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows
A person seemingly cool at events.
Your a-t-t-I-d-u-d-e is old
Your attitude is outdated.
This is r-e-a-l-I-t-y
This is the harsh reality.
And you might ask why
Possibly questioning the circumstances.
Nothings ever how it seems
Things are not as they appear.
I think I knew more when I was thirteen
I had more understanding at the age of thirteen.
When did life get so real?
When did life become so harsh and real?
And now I feel like I'm losing my mind
Currently feeling a sense of mental disarray.
And I used to think all the time
I used to contemplate frequently.
And now thinking hurts and feeling is worse
Now, thinking is painful, and emotions are even more challenging.
I liked reality better when it was a dream
I preferred the dream when reality was more pleasant.
This is r-e-a-l-I-t-y
This is the harsh reality.
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