Descendents

Why do I daydream?
Why do I get my hopes up at all?
I've been living this Walter Mitty life
For too long
Somebody save me
I'm a prisoner of my own fear
Sometimes fantasy is the only
Thought I can bear
My mind is a dream-filled balloon
Dripping dreams into my shoes
And I'm too afraid to move
To face the real world
And when I fall, I fall down hard
When will I ever learn?
Don't take your dreams to heart
You'll only wind up getting
Burned
Maybe I'm lazy
But circumstances always knock me down
So I'll just lie here, never get up