Oh the brokenness we can create
When from the real world we deviate
Living our lives inside of some fantasy
Far from truth and from reality..
Pretending the things that can never be
We burden ourselves so foolishly
Crying and crying incessantly
Over failures inside of some fantasy
Before our eyes we can always see
What is what and what is reality
But we too often unrealistically
Cling too tightly to our fantasy
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