Texty: Texas In July. One Reality.

Stop,
step back,
I can hear,
you screaming,
feeding me decisions,
that I can make,
on my own,
respect the demanded.

One chance, one reality,
to make the best of what,
the world has given you.

We're so lost,
I think we need help,
left behind all that we stood for,
this is our one sole reality,
this is our one sole reality,
what path do we choose,
what path do we choose.

We're so lost,
I think we need help,
left behind all that we stood for.

So your existence has not become clear,
but it seems to be halfway there,
If we could only independently
stand up to show the world that we can be anything.

We're so lost,
I think we need help,
left behind all that we stood for,
this is our one sole reality,
this is our one sole reality,
what path do we choose,
what path do we choose.

We're so lost,
I think we need help,
left behind all that we stood for.

I'm so lost I think we need help,
left behind all that I stood for,
this is my one sole reality,