Too tired of listening
To fairy tales you’re whispering
Feeling too old to believe
I can’t see what you see
It doesn’t exist, nothing
As true faith and trust
No, you won’t convince
Me, that there is magic dust
Walking through the shadows
Not ready to face tomorrow
I walk past your tales
Of past and ‘afore
Reality hides in the dark
Behind these closed doors
Yet every single dream
That I try to understand
Every word, every scene
No, I just can’t understand
I’m standing in line
Waiting my turn
I’m standing behind others
Waiting for childhood to burn
It’s so hard to believe
Every line and memory
These foolish fantasies
Of what you call…
These childish stories
Oh, what you call a dream
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