Sometimes I have to remember that I cannot live the dream I
live in
Sometimes I wish I had the ability to face the world as it
is
Instead of wandering around in an impossible fantasy that I
had devised
Fairy tales aren't real
They're screwed and as twisted as an indestructible cyclone
My memory seems to only remember the happier times
Though deep in my soul I can also relive the tragic moments
of despair
The mask over my pale face has always seemed to shield me
from the real world
But somehow it had faded
To show everything and anything in front of me
The depressing pit of destruction of which I can never
escape
I realize how many priceless seconds I had wasted
Dreaming of a clear prosperity
Instead of facing the horrible hurricanes in front of me
The problems I could have fixed
The difference I could have made in the world
And now I realize
That life is the dangerous but seemingly eternal gutter of
hatred
The gutter of hatred I could have brought back to life
The gutter of hatred that could have been turned into my
fantasy