Chasing Dreams, But reality hits hard like broken glass
They want your mind closed in an open class
Filled with wokened mass but still talk with jokes , that's crass
A sharp contrast, trying to escape our scary past
So we barely pass

And mental health takes too much stealth
So that our hearts shouldn't melt
It's in the chest taking rest
Like an iron and it's meant to smelt
So,
The best thing I ever learnt was to fake a smile
don't feel the same have my shoes and take a mile
For an obstacle to appear it just takes a while
And video games are a drug it just takes a file

Life feels like a racing game but it's more like jetpack joyride
The only difference is it doesn't feel that joylike
That's just a lil bit taste of a boy life
I Think I'm cutting through it using a toy knife.