The fantasy, i built up in my head, was so realistic
I always believed i could live happily
in my own world, i would never have to leave, but i was wrong
life found its way to grab a hold of me PRECHORUS
The pressure kept rising to my head
there was no escape, no more pretend
so i figured we would suffer till the end CHORUS
I remember every summer, I remember all its life
what was so bad? why are you sad?
yesterday was pa**ed last night
Today rose this morning, contemplating change
its time to write youre next page All the places I search for do not seem real.
if indeed they are in fact theyll remain out of my reach
the dreams i live in always seem to satisfy, am i mistaken?
for living on a different planet? another dimension?