Real is when your father dies
When your mother lies
When your best friend cries
Real is when your grandma has taken ill
When humans killWhen you''ve lost your will
Unreal is the loss of a game
The fashion stays the same
Unreal is the glory of fame
The rich burning of flame
Real is what happens close to you
What happens to your heart
Real is what you chose to do
What you chose to be a part.
Real is a dream of fate
A dream where emotion sturs
Real is what you love to hate
And where little actually occurs
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