Promises
Of ideal reality
Are the worst
As you only give them to yourself
You would always want to change
To lose weight and gain strength
But instead you are in bed
Watching what you watched a million times
Oh how
Oh how
And if nothing ever changes
I could never be a man enough
To come out
It's so awful when you're free
Free for absolutely any dream
Somewhere deep inside you know
That there's time to make it
On the surface there are pressures
Disapproval at all stages
Even those who are family
Just politely keep
Silence in accordance
With you creative actions
Little victories
And your small endeavours
How
Oh how
And if nothing ever changes
I could never be a man enough
To come out
When life has called you victory
And all you are is failure
Well not exactly failure
You are some kind of plato
You reached some kind of plato
Break-break through is on the corner
Be-between the now and never
Break-break through is on the corner
Between the now and never
Oh how
Oh how
And if nothing ever changes
I could never be a man enough
To have dared
To come out
To come out
Of the dark