In the morning when she wakes up
Its nothing but a fairy tale
She opens her eyes and looks out the window
Sees nothing but people
Walking, crawling, moving from place to place
Trying to fold between the pages and within the seams of life
We watch, we wallow, we cry
We wait for things to decide the difference between you and I
But we will never know
What we do know is that this life is not actually a fairytale
Only something that we can make of
Do you understand what i'm trying to tell you?
What im trying to tell you is that this is a disaster
We will never make it through
And we don't know any other way out