Reality Strikes
Reality Strikes
Reality strikes
Fall down to real life
It’s over, it’s done
Love hasn’t won.
They’re here and they’re there
They’re everywhere
Reality strikes
As cold as a knife.
The thought comes to you
If this love was true
Was this just pretend?
Beginning and end?
We started at start
Then life turned a bend
Reality strikes
When we’ve reached the end.
Fire and smoke
I finally woke
I finally see
What we’re meant to be.
That’s fire and smoke,
It burned down my life,
It’s fire and smoke,
When reality strikes.
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