What's really going on?
I am frustrating. Why did everyone have to confess their dishonesty so honestly?
It used to be so easy to see the world as this big happy place made of sunshine and fruit rollups where everyone's intentions were golden. Do you remember those days? Call me gullable. Call me naive, but those were the days.
Let downs didn't even feel so bad, because you knew things would get better. Because everything gets better, right? There was hope there. Hope that if you wanted something enough, you could have it. If you loved something enough, if you cared enough, if you crossed your fingers tight enough everything would unfold just the way you wanted. Rainbows and all. Unicorns even, you could have unicorns.
It turns out all of that is just too easy. It's all hard to buy. You never know if the unicorns are really out there. Maybe you'll never know. Maybe's just not good enough.
Not knowing seems really hard these days.
It used to be so easy to see the world as this big happy place made of sunshine and fruit rollups where everyone's intentions were golden. Do you remember those days? Call me gullable. Call me naive, but those were the days.
Let downs didn't even feel so bad, because you knew things would get better. Because everything gets better, right? There was hope there. Hope that if you wanted something enough, you could have it. If you loved something enough, if you cared enough, if you crossed your fingers tight enough everything would unfold just the way you wanted. Rainbows and all. Unicorns even, you could have unicorns.
It turns out all of that is just too easy. It's all hard to buy. You never know if the unicorns are really out there. Maybe you'll never know. Maybe's just not good enough.
Not knowing seems really hard these days.