When thoughts make everything you choose seem wrong,
just keep your head up and move along,
it's not being stong, it's keeping your head calm,
even when it feels like your head is being palmed,
forget all the days sitting next to her driving,
tired of being the only one who's head first diving,
we are all surviving, but without real love,
is this life we live even enough?
riding past the rough stone, all alone,
travel down this road and head back home,
even when your dome tries to show images in between
the hours when you're up and deep in a dream,
don't allow anything to make your choice wrong,
just keep your head high and move along,
it's not being smart, it's learning from the mistakes,
once their made and experienced, there'll be no more fakes.