Fueled on fairy-tales and dreams,
Misfortune bursting at the seams
Head buried in the sand,
Life never goes as planned
Hoping for optimism somewhere
But whoever said life was fair.
Going through the motions
Keep medicating emotions
My basket of eggs totes crack,
regrets can't be magically taken back.
Fueled on fairy tales and dreams,
Dancing on surreal moon-beams.
Hoping some place has greener grass,
Safeguarding a heart of glass.
stop all the self-hate,
we make our own fate.
It's better than holding your breath,
Praying hopefully for an early death.
So I never give up trying,
The alternative is dying.