Working hard,
for a dream I can't achieve.
Your words,
the words of the world,
weaving in and out my head.

Everything is easier said than done,
that's why actions speak louder than words.
You can preach or you can pray,
in the end,
their just words.

I live in a fantasy,
where I feel happy.
To feel and to be are two different things,
but feeling is good enough for me.

Someday, someone will tear down the sunset wallpaper,
and the walls will crumble down on my precious fantasy.
And when that day comes, I will die,
but for now,
let me be.