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It Got Real


It got real and then we hid

With all that we do 

With all that we've lost

It's up to you now

 

Why don't we do things

Like we used to long ago

Once upon a time 

When we could just go

 

When we could go and we'd run

From all that was wrong

And never look back

Until the day was done

 

Never again would we have to fight

Or watch as the day died into night

Never again would we live so free

All because when it got real, everyone fleed

 

We'd play and we'd hide

From the demons that tried

To take our spirit 

To take our soul away

 

We fought and we struck

We won, now we're stuck

With who we've become

Since the monsters subside

 

How are we the people we were back then

I can't imagine how

I can't imagine why

We'd want to be the same naive kids we were

 

I'll pretend it's ok

I'll say it's all fine

But we remain the changed 

We remain deranged

Trapped in screaming bodies

 

We're like raging wars

We're banging swords

We're lighting fires

Destructive liars

What have we become

 

How are we living like this

Still unaware of what we've missed

How we suddenly changed

The moment it got real

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