The sacrifice; this reality.
Your dream is dead, and no one cares.
So cry a river for you to drown you faults in,
You know, the final word that was said will end this
So close but yet so far,
You seem to drift away from your mark.
Being my own worst enemy has gotten the best of me.
You can't live tomorrow before you live today.
Eating the words that were said,
The promises you made to yourself, are no longer your
Are no longer your goals!
Fighting the urge for security.
Leaning on ambitions that I've put out of reach.
Holding on to the dream that is gone.
All at once these days go by. (These days go by)
Convince yourself that you've been right. (That you've
Reality strikes, and ego dies (An ego dies)
And now you're praying to be alive, praying to be alive.
The sacrafice of this reality.