It's hard to deal with

People who don't understand

Trying everyday

Trying to fit in

They think they understand

What I am going through

But they can't comprehend

That I'm imperfect through and through

Why can't they realize

That there's gotta be something

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More than this, this life of working

My heart is tired, of dreaming and hoping

For tomorrow

If I go away

It would be too late

Cause reality would strike