Reality City (Inspired by the musical RENT)

I got bitch slapped, by reality. 

It said "Nice to meet you, fix your hair." 

There's no more directions anywhere.

It said, "Welcome to your brand new abode."

You'll fit in once your soul is sold.

Land of the lost, home of the pretty.

Welcome to reality city. 

Home of the broken and land of the free.

Welcome to reality city.

I'm not scared of dying.

I'm scared of drowning,

in a sea of regrets and depression.

I'm living in the land of gold and isolation.

Land of the lost, home of the pretty.

Welcome to reality city.

Home of the broken and land of the free.

Welcome to reality city.

We're all machines made of steel.

We don't like to talk or to ever feel.

Let's talk about bills, bills, bills and rent.

Forget about sympathy or good intent.

Death is bad, but loneliness is scary.

The silence always seems to get to me.

Land of the lost, home of the pretty.

Welcome to reality city.

Home of the broken and land of the free.

Welcome to reality city.

Hello depression. 

Hello aggression. 

Hello repression. 

Goodbye fantasy. 

Hello reality. 

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