I am moving from place to place
Trying to find a little bit of space
A place for myself
A place were I can forget the horrors of the real world
Just for a little while
The real world
It isn’t fair
There is no superhero
Who will safe you in time of need
There is no such thing as a good deed
Now I am sitting here
Doing my time
For telling the truth and not for committing any type of crime
The real world
Is a place were you have to grow up fast
There is no youth
No real childhood time
It is growing up
Become an adult
And eventually die
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