It

Reality is corrupting the existence of the been
This life isn’t exactly what it wants for us
We’re falling the way tears go down when it cries
Happiness seems so apart from it…

Missing the piece of it that love us all
Living isn’t exactly what it deserve
But is the only thing it gets
Buying an eclipse of the soul…

Shadow it is in a world of darkness
Filling itself with empty words
Dreaming about princes and swords
Fantasy is not what it likes…

But believing in them is what saves it
Good time for it to play its way
Give up on all the things it does not want
Expressing it desires in life…

Letting all the pain and suffering to death
Despair is what they give it
It cannot care less
It’s so used to the loneliness…

That it can’t affect it
It feels equality in love and hate
Using disguises in it little play
Feel uncomfortable but doing it anyway…