Is it wrong that I interrupted her? My own mother.
She was telling me science,
what we consider the truth...
But I am already too fragile when it comes to that.
Without the magic
I ceaselessly pretend to see in the world it is nothing
pointless, really.
I made a decision, mom,
one a long time ago
when I had to be there for myself
when The Truth in my heart
was different from the truth in everyone else's head
I chose my heart,

I chose a life of mockery and being called a child, even by you.
I told you I didn't care if that was the truth, that I wanted it to be real so that makes is real enough to me

and you pulled over and made me sit in the back seat
Just because I didn't want the laws of your world to tear apart mine **again