The Glass Is Half Empty

A picture into a picture
That's all my life has been
Painting after painting
It's always the same

I'm going backward again
It's like this dream will never end
How will I find reality?
How will I get back to ground?

They treat you like royalty
When you're a part of them
They treat you like shit
When you're done and well

So I'll paste on a smile
Keep 'em busy for a while
They have no idea
That I'm not myself.