• If the world’s fake
    And full of tricks and traps
    Ill probably stumble a lot
    Skipping around like a child
    Never let go of my hand
    The never-ending illusion
    Snatched everything away
    Quickly slipping away
    Gradually coming undone
    While I kept tripping along
    I got in the mood to fly
    Despite my lack of wings
    You’re next to me I know
    Even when I’m by myself
    The puddles in the street glowed orange
    Reflecting the sunset
    I so desperately wanted to give you
    As I walked by undetected by the streets sigh
    I breathed in a new kind of freedom
    Is balance really necessary?
    I never thought so
    The roaring MC became a lethal dose for the public
    But the speakers only whispered
    What you shouted at the top of your lungs
    As we glide through the days
    Unconcerned with the words games and rules
    Avoiding graves and grabbing hands
    Stay by my side
    And I promise we’ll be okay