Real Reality

Tell me,

Do you think you compel me,

To dwell on mistakes,

That I’ve made then erased,

People always tell me that it’s never too late,

Yeah whatever,

The world’s getting colder; I feel it under my sweater,

Just text me; I don’t care for letters,

‘Cause when you die I probably won’t keep them forever,

Yes my truth hurts more than fiction,

I know you’re in pain but who am I to be submissive,

And forget the fact that you were wrong and you should have listened,

Not to me...but you’ve made you’re decision,

Now open your eyes and accept the life we live in.