Welcome to reality where everything is as it seems.
I'll start by offering a toast
While the glasses we raise shatter in our hands.
Here we are now, stuck holding fragments of glass
And wondering how so much red ended up on the floor.
I'll tell you all about how it got there
And the cynic in me will add in the part about
How second chances sting like bees.
Although I'd like to avoid the topic of second guessing,
Because there is no use
In trying to go back in time whether figuratively or literally,
Because after all, we are in reality.
I'll let you in on a secret:
People disappoint me more than I acknowledge
And I let them lie through their teeth because it's better
Than the truth.
I turn a blind eye to the mistakes you make and faults you have,
But this redeeming quality in me
Might just be my downfall.
When will I realize that
People don't change and that
No matter how much I hope things turn out differently,
My initial thoughts are right?
Why is it that if I can draw anything,
I can't draw near to these things I so badly need
To be true?
With another shattering toast we raise our shards
Up and listen as we all agree
We hate reality.
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