Is life just a bunch of fantasizing and romanticizing stages we haven’t reached?
And once we finally get there we’re still left feeling incomplete?
Because the more I age, I realize everything I let slip away
Used to dream of being where I am now, when I should’ve taken it day by day
Will I ever be content? Will I ever feel at peace?
Reality is difficult because our dreams seem beyond our reach
I’m tired of this back and forth, I wish there were an escape
Because these days feel more like nightmares, but I’m already awake