Pretend


Where is reality when my dreams come to play?
What are the chances I could stay with the ghosts in my mind?
I know one day I'll have to wake, but I do not want to.
Life is too much pain without the friends I've made up.
I could lead a crowd,
And I could wear a crown,
But I'll never have the chance.
The world will soon come crashing in,
To destroy this world I've built.
The nine to five will take my friends by force.
It will turn my golden crown to rust.
Your judgment is a killer of the crowd that follows me.
Yet, I'll use all I've learned to pretend that it does not bother me.
This is now... How I pretend.

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