Oh this real life thing
It hurts me bad
It mends the tears
With secret string
But oh this real life lie
It makes me sad
The worse it wears
The more I die
And yet this real life living
It's just a tad
Too much, it bears
Presents not worth giving
To all these real life souls
Who go quite mad
When they take fears
And doubts and hates and tolls
Instead of the real life joys
They wish they had
And thought them near
Somewhere amongst the broken toys
And oh this real life thing
It hurts them bad
It mends the tears
With secret string
That no one else ever thinks to bring.
