RealityRealityIt is cruel, deceivingAnd strikes when you need it leastA constant reminderFrom your subconsciousThat things can be too goodTo even be true
HereThe dangers that lurkso hidden, so silentCan quickly become nightmaresso painful, so violentand so we runlike kids from clownsso scared, so scarredfrom dangerous townsSometimes we know, sometimes we don'tthat the real danger's hereso secret, so deadlythat we forget to fear
StuckI think I'm stuck herehalfway between the spotlightand the shadows of backstagewanting to escape, wanting to be normalbut glued to the spotbecause I kind of like the attentionbut I don't want it all the timeI want peace and happinessbut instead I get jealousyothers think they're complimentsbut to me it's just upsettingto know I caused anyone troubleor made anyone madBut as I'm shoved in the spotlightI know, there's no going back