And They Wonder Why I Live In Fantasy

So here we go again,
Maybe I’m not meant to be happy
I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

I knew I shouldn’t have let my hopes get so high,
Cuz I knew that life would take a swipe,
And rip away any ounce of hope I had.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,
Because this happens all the time,
I’m always being cast aside,
Cuz there’s always someone better.

And so I crawl inside my shell,
And try to hide away from the hell,
And let my emotions take control,
And allow my mind to lose itself.

I fall into a fantasy,
Where it’s someone else and me,
Someone I know in sanity,
Who with I would never be.

But inside this fantasy world,
I know pain is non-existent,
For in fantasies you don’t get hurt,
Though I always get called insane.

Maybe I am,
Maybe I’m not,
What does it matter?

I have to be,
For I know,
That I’m not good enough for anyone…