Dreams ain't real but that's just his thesis,
But without his dreams he would fall into pieces,
He breaks down and balls but no one has seen this,
Oh Jesus,
This depression is at his deepest,
We think he needs us,
My psychological problems profitted my nightmares,
Stress skipped over grey and created white hairs,
Life problems is what the mic shares,
Either that or the music I blare,
I share,
Every bit of feeling to show I care,
Stay right there,
Cause I'm so close to fame I can taste,
You leavin may just make me waste it,
I put this fake smile on my face after I paste it.