The world is tough and perverted,
Thats why the therapist looks through your pass,
Plus poverty is like a time machine,
So you have to grow up fast.
When life's going fast,
no wonder you figure love doesn't last.
Looking in all the wrong places for that momentay fix,
Facing a magician and not even believing his tricks.
Heart torn between your concious and your peers,
but being grown enough to stand up and face your fears.
Standing in the shower,
scrubbing until it burns
wondering when the day will come that your heart actually turns.
Black; Inside that cold dark feeling.
Wondering If your hand could actually reach the ceiling,
Let alone the stars, Im pretty sure you remember that saying.
The one where you got into bed laying
your head down as you dreamt that great wish.
Where you had a house, a car, you even had a fish.
But as you wake up, you wish you were still asleep,
you lay back down, you even start counting sheep.
To go back to the life where you had it all,
Before your parents even made that wrong call.