Welcome to The Real World
Once Being a Little Broken Can Make an Amazing Person
A world of lies
That's not a surprise
You're broken, beaten, lost, and gone
They tell you to come home
You once were on cloud nine
Always flying high
Tears of Joy warm on your cheeks
Now salty and cold
They make you feel weak
"We love you," they lie
Welcome to my life
You're small and gone
But you're not alone
Oh, you're beautiful on the inside
They see you're happy
They bring you down
You hear the stories in town
You don't listen nowadays
Because now your scars have faded away
You look around and see they're gone
You're on stage
They're now alone
You've made it
Your dream is now true
So you just be the real you
And don't let the voices
Consume
About the Creator
Vanna Thompson
I'm weird and crazy so yay
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