Life as a living hell, it’s often just a truth you are not ready for.
We are absorbed by the idea
Caught up in feeling entitled to success because of it
O how innocent we still are to believe in fairy tails like those
At least the fall wakes us up
Do you ever wish you could be someone?
Known for being a good person, a saint among men who’s sacrifice made a difference?
So much ad yet I will only be what I have always been and will always be
Because that’s just who I am,