happily ever after

in the fresh air i don't feel as healthy as i'd expect
and since i've kicked the habit of trying to reflect,
i can face it, i'm not perfect,
i'll just fail time after time
and if they make a movie of it they'll probably screw up all the lines,
make me out to be a madman;
but maybe they'd be right
because the lies and truths
have loosed the screws
that kept my lid on tight

so in this mild madness i
suppose i play the games i must
but inside i'm paralyzed because i fear
our hopes may turn to dust
as the world keeps shouting 'my way!'
and views it all through shattered glass
all the time the false belief assuring
them that the worst has come to pass

on this rollercoaster ride to heaven
you know the views are getting bleak
when it's considered optimistic
to hope to die in our sleep
but while we fear and slumber, wasting borrowed time,
the wolves have been closing distance from behind
the spring that was wound tightly is beginning to unwind
yet we tell our children with straight faces that everything is fine...
the nursery rhymes we all remember are full of viscious lies
because happily ever after never happenned and there are no shining knights