The real world can be such a pain
sometimes it drives me insane
when i want to escape I'll write a poem
'cause it's the only way i can show 'em
how i really feel inside
even if i try to hide
when the real world's weight is on my shoulders
it feels like the air is the weight of a boulder
when i write my feelings are shifted
the weight of the world is suddenly lifted
when i write I'm so relaxed and calm
i feel like I'm in Florida, sitting under a palm
