There are two sides to dreaming of something beautiful. The first is the one most people tend to think of, the one where dreaming makes the world a little brighter. But then there's the other side. Maybe it's just me. But I think that deep down, all of us know those impossible things really are impossible. We try to make do with what we have, the things that our world can give us. But that thirst for magic remains unfulfilled. And it crushes us.

Reality

How many times have I looked up

And dreamed of a different sky?

Across the stars, another world

Where I won't ask myself why

But that's not my world

And I can't fly

I'm trapped at home all alone

As this world goes by

Fly me far away until

I know my dreams came true

Let me scare away the darkness

Let me know how much I can do

But that's not my world

This hero isn't me

I'm trapped at home all alone

There's nothing more that I can be

Nothing will ever save me

From the nothing that I live

I want to save the world

But there's nothing I can give

There must be more to my world

But it isn't like my dreams

It's just reality

And I can't change it

I'm just me

That's not my world

And I can't fly

I'm trapped at home all alone

As this world goes by

Magic can't be real

I can't fly