Real

This is not for real, stop the fear Stop pretendingturn this dream into something real Afraid to feel I hit the floor, Wasting time No more messed up reasons for me to stay I wanna feel like somewhere I belong I am not supposed to think like this I am not supposed to feel like this Bring me to anywhere but here I need to move but my body doesn't understand The pain is just to real Loneliness surrounds myblack pit of sorrow. A desperate feeling of companionship Eats away atmy very flesh So what is left of me, what isleft of you?