Nothing Is Real
I hold my head
A little higher
I'm getting by
With little crying
I'd say myself
Is quite inspiring, today
I hold my hand
Pull myself forward
Don't need no-one
To do it for us
I'd show my ten year old self
She's not so boring, today
And just last year
I had a breakdown
But it's alright
I'm more awake now
And I'm inspired
To keep on getting through the day
But if it happens again I won't focus on the breakdown
Cause it's how you break out
Won't breathe it in
When it is toxic
Can't let them win
That's what they're wanting
And certain days
I feel like giving in, again
I take my time
Don't let them rush me
Cause it is mine
Although they judge me
And when I'm tired
Pick up my six stringed friend, again
Last February my mind switched
I realised that nothing has meaning
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my views changed
It put a halt to anxiety and blame
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my mind switched
I realised that nothing has meaning
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my views changed
It put a halt to anxiety and blame
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Nothing is real, since last February
Nothing is real, since last February
Nothing is real, since last February
A little higher
I'm getting by
With little crying
I'd say myself
Is quite inspiring, today
I hold my hand
Pull myself forward
Don't need no-one
To do it for us
I'd show my ten year old self
She's not so boring, today
And just last year
I had a breakdown
But it's alright
I'm more awake now
And I'm inspired
To keep on getting through the day
But if it happens again I won't focus on the breakdown
Cause it's how you break out
Won't breathe it in
When it is toxic
Can't let them win
That's what they're wanting
And certain days
I feel like giving in, again
I take my time
Don't let them rush me
Cause it is mine
Although they judge me
And when I'm tired
Pick up my six stringed friend, again
Last February my mind switched
I realised that nothing has meaning
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my views changed
It put a halt to anxiety and blame
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my mind switched
I realised that nothing has meaning
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Last February my views changed
It put a halt to anxiety and blame
I realised that nothing is real, nothing is real, nothing is real
Nothing is real, since last February
Nothing is real, since last February
Nothing is real, since last February
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Writer(s): Margarita Mckenna
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