Why do I daydream?
Why do I get my hopes up at all?
I've been living this Walter Mitty life
For too long
Somebody save me
I'm a prisoner of my own fear
Sometimes fantasy is the only
Thought I can bear
My mind is a dream-filled balloon
Dripping dreams into my shoes
And I'm too afraid to move
To face the real world
And when I fall, I fall down hard
When will I ever learn?
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