Moceanu

I'm s-I-c-k of my meaningless life Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y Presold, you are lady of terrible guilt That's not my I-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will It's r-e-a-l-I-t-y Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows Your a-t-t-I-d-u-d-e is old This is r-e-a-l-I-t-y And you might ask why Nothings ever how it seems I think I knew more when I was thirteen When did life get so real? And now I feel like I'm losing my mind And I used to think all the time And now thinking hurts and feeling is worse I liked reality better when it was a dream This is r-e-a-l-I-t-y