When I wake up in the morning
I want to wake up again
But I can't wake up because this life isn't a dream
This life is a reality and I'm stuck within it
I can't wake up from the empty house
I can't wake up from the endless loneliness
I can't wake up from the fear that it's over
I can't wake up from longing to run away
When I sleep the world is through rose coloured glasses
Everything shimmering and painted in gold
Pain free and floating on clouds
Every person I've ever loved there with me
And then I wake up all over again
I wish I could buy those rose coloured glasses
See the real world in the glimmering lights
See those people for what I wish they were
But I can't wake up because this is not a dream
And I don't have rose coloured lenses
I have clear as crystal glass on my eyes
And all I see is this painful reality
