I reach deep in the depths into my world of pretend,
Then a reality check comes, slaps me in the face again.
This is a dream, it’s a lie…it’s just not real.
It’s condescending acetone making your flesh peel.
Knife in your side, this is the path you chose,
Then it’s twisted in your open wound…that wound will never close.
Like a stray bullet that flies through a crowd that’s just not ready.
Like the hand that rocks the cradle, wrath of water makes boats unsteady.
The cradle breaks and innocence falls to its watery grave.
This path was created by the trails of the tears of slaves.
You pull the knife out…but only deeper it cuts,
The stray bullet promises death, but still nobody ducks.
It’s an odd, archaic world that simply should not exist.
But it becomes reality as memories fade into the mist.
As she slipped on the ring and whispered "I do"…
My heart skips a beat but missed her true words- "I don’t love you."
I start to fade away, she sees me: I’m going…going…gone.
She starts to try to follow but her words have hurt so long.
Whereof a foundation was made so strong, it’s built to last.
But she’s just too late, she can’t relinquish her past.
In my perfect world, I can’t see how far she’s fallen behind,
I’m two steps closer to finishing this ill-recited rhyme.
Pretending that I’m superman- I’m gunna live forever,
Then I feel the pulsing beat of my only endeavor.
Invading my world of pretending I’m fine,
It becomes a reality too deep to define.
I reach deep down into the depths of my pretend,
Then a reality check slaps me in the face again.