Wildest Fantasy

I’d say I'm lazy officially
I haven’t written more than three words
In my diary since last year
I know how hard it is mentally
To have to be the best
When you feel like a kid
I need someone to be
I need someone to see my face
In every wildest fantasy
Oh, again, again

I’ve tried to lean on society
For every single problem
When I want them to
The deal back then was I was the trouble
The deal back then is I didn’t have much to lose

I need someone to be
I need someone to see my face
In every single fantasy again

Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night

Oh is this where the party is?
In the depths of hell
Where all my dreams like to thrive?
Oh, is this where the party is?
In the depths of hell
Where I don’t feel so alive?

I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive
I don’t feel so alive

Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night
Even the real ones will cry at night