I’m a little weary, I might need some sleep, Reality, I’m exhausted and I can’t even speak. I am feeling fine, yes sure I am okay,
Reality, I’m screaming but being drowned out anyway.
I’m feeling so excited, I can barely wait, Reality, I feel sick as I draw near to the date. I’m a little sad, I feel a little low,
Reality, I’m desperate I just don’t want it to show.
Everything is good, it’s all going right to plan,
Reality, I’ve no idea just where the hell I am!
I look so happy and I smile all the time,
Reality, it’s just another trick of looking fine.
Hey, I’m not so bothered, it wasn’t meant to be, Reality, Devastated! It was only meant for me.
I tell you where I’m heading, my five year plan is clear, Reality, I’m lost and there’s a chance I won’t be here.
I’m feeling rather stressed, I’ll maybe have a bath, Reality, I’m crippled by anxiety and its wrath.
I wish that you could see me and inside this head of mine, Reality, that girl you see….she only works part-time.