Living in a fake world, I’ve almost forgot
a place beyond my head exists and its inhabitants change,
but I can put down that real world whenever I want.
Though I’m not actually sure what it is I want,
observing life through a pinhole lens filtered gray,
wrapped up in a fake world, I’ve almost forgot.
I keep trying to leave, it won’t let me stop,
I’m back in my head, almost braindead again,
but I’ll put down the real world whenever I want.
Out of touch with people, out of touch with God,
spent so long running in the weeds I lost my way.
Seduced by a fake world, I’ve almost forgot
this is a habit I should have dropped.
Every friendship I’ve lost, every memory I stain
each time I put down the real world whenever I want.
I’m drowning in relationships I haven’t got.
My emotional growth is on permanent delay,
restrained by a fake world, I’ve almost forgot,
but I swear I put down the real world only when I want.
Right?
different faces 