Staring at the moon
the moon turns her sweet face
and smiles a sweet smile
on this dark and desolate place.
I don't want to go home
and face reality
I'm sick of this reality
and all I want to do is dream.
I can see the stars
I don't count them though
people want me to come inside
without looking I say no.
I'm tired of everything
I'm tired of life
I don't want to face this reality
all I want to do is dream.
People make me angry
life makes me tired
I'm sick of everyone telling me I'm not working hard enough
no matter how hard I've tried.
Every morning I wake up
I say 'Is this real?
Is this all happening?
Am I really here?'
and I'm tired of this reality
when all I want to do is dream.
I'm sick of this reality.
All I want to do is dream.