Reality
reality
reality
is
always
You
tattoes
yourself
like
a
piece
of
art
You've
already
broken
your
mother's
heart
When
I
was
your
age,
working
my
ass
off
Your
generation's
soft
Reality
is
auch
a
drag
For
barely
blooming
eighteens
The
bearely
blooming
eighteen
Wants
to
know
What's
keeping
her
from
searching
You
cannot
pierce
that
and
You're
dressed
too
tight
Got
a
lot
to
learn
about
wrong
and
right
So
dye
your
hair,
dad's
gonna
wash
it
out
Come
on
wash
your
mouth
Reality
is
always...
What's
hiding
in
the
shadow
Reality
reality
reality
is
always
Reality
is
always...