He wakes up in the morning with a sad face
Wondering if he’ll ever escape this retched place
He’s forced to put a smile on, stars flowers and dandelions
How is it possible with all the depression that was forced upon?
It’s not, never, and ever was the life he chose
But the dream store he once held was forced to close
He’s disgusts with himself, he owns no mirrors
But when he dreams at night, his audience is full of cheers
Standing at the counter, imagining what could’ve been
Until that’s interrupted by two abrupt men
They said something and ran off, ignorance is bliss
He whispered to himself it’s a good thing immunities exist