There was a loving family
There was a God who understood
There was a tingle from jolly Kris Kringle
And Mister Rogers' Neighborhood

There was a dream to grow up
To bless and invest in humanity
There was your fate
And your destiny mate
And then

There was reality
There was reality
There was reality
Too young to see, too old to be
The truth

There was a sense of failure
There was a bitch who broke your heart
Every new death
Took a bit of your breath
And the bastards it left took your dreams apart

It's easy to rest in bitterness
And wind up all hope on humanity
There was a black and white world
And then

There was reality
There was reality
There was reality
Too young to see, too old to be
The truth

There was reality
There was reality
There was reality
Too young to see, too old to be
The truth