I spend a lot of my time
Chasing a world of make believe
Why live in a cruel world
When you can settle on a nice cloud
Or fly to a happier place?
For the life of me I’ll never understand
Why people allow others to
Treat them so poorly when
They only deserve the best
Why walk across glass
When you could float above the clouds?
Every slap is the softest silk
Every tear is sugar
Nobody wishes to be alone
But being alone
Is better than being afraid
Because fear is very very real
And not the good kind