Real
I only feel real
When I'm downing glasses full of depression
And regret comes around every now and then
banging on the door
real turns its head
When rivers on my skin run too deep
real becomes real
as my happiness only comes in waves
crawling through my brain
only crashing for a night
leaving me with false hope
But I'd take the real back
If I could feel hurt
washing away with the glasses
I only feel real
when everything feels real
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