If you turn your head and you see all black and white.
Then you know you lost your heart but not your sight.
Dreams die when reality starts to take a bite.
The only way to hold on is to stop your fight.

When you care nothing else but that one thing.
You fall hard and harder than falling from a swing.
It is easier than you think to just fade away.
Your bones are breaking as your face is on display.

Comfort is a fairytale story made up with a plot.
Survivor of today don't you rather die on the spot?
Appreciation comes in many different turns.
If shown badly good luck as your skin it burns.

No knife can cut your flesh as deep as this.
It's not all rainbows and butterflies sealed with a kiss.
Sacrificed your pawn but that move just ain't smart.
Please stop singing " I'm goin back to the start "

Is the old new start really a fresh start?
Or is it another chance to see yourself depart?
Is this just another scene of a death sentence?
Or is this the way reality shows disacceptance?

Just gonna stand there and...