This Is Not Surreal

Revolutionary for the one you love
He was the frog, and you were the dove
With your broken your body
And Your Broken Heart
One Must always suffer for the sake of their art
This is not surreal, you said
This is my reality and it’s left me for dead
This is not surreal you Said
This is my reality till my very last breath
Swimming in the sorrow that you tried to drown
A traitor in your own mind and you can’t get him out
Haunting every portrait of your saddest face
The News is a painting that cannot be erased
This is not surreal, you said
This is my reality and it’s left me for dead
This is not surreal you Said
This is my reality till my very last breath
This is not surreal, you said
This is my reality and it’s left me for dead
This is not surreal, you said
This is my reality till my very last breath
This is my reality till my very last breath