Stuck in a nine to five illusion,

Slowly becoming accustomed to the intrusions, To everyone pretending they care,

You know the ones who say they'll always be there, There for me when I fall and can't get up, Or when I lose my map on the way to the top,

But sometimes I'll be thankful, You know to the real ones, Who are always gonna be there for me regardless of thorns, Yes I'll be thankful,

Because the reality is that everyone is different, Without the differences, I wouldn't have experience, With the ways of the world, Instead living my life in a swirl.