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Real Boy Part 2

By Connor Pohlman


From Himmy, as a forewarning to himself


I wanna be a real boy… Again

C-J keeps it real, boy… keeps it 10

He said that a perfect man

could never be an artist


He’d have all the answers

before he’d even started

It’s real easy for him to swallow life’s pill,

for us it’s the hardest


But wear a smile made of dry erase regardless

Do you think I’d sacrifice real life

For all the fame and flashing lights?

Pinnocchio lied, and that’s what kept him from it


I think the truth, and I keep running

Pinnochio’s story goes… Pinocchio's story goes…


I don’t have a Geppetto

To stop me from crossing the threshold

To stop me from digging a deeper hole

To tell me that I’m so fortunate

To be standing where the less fortunate

Had their dreams swept away as the wind blew

While I’m here living my dreams come true


To save me from all of the vices

That come with this life uninvited

Pinch myself, I’m still alive, I’m not dead

No, not yet

I wanna be a real boy

I wanna play with real toys

I wanna feel pure joy

I wanna feel pure joy


Said I wanna be a real boy

I wanna play with real toys

I wanna feel pure joy

I wanna feel pure joy

I wanna be a real boy again…


I wanna be surrounded by friends

Who are there till the end

Who have no care to spend

My money or my years

With their fake tears


It’s now so clear

Your poison-tipped spear

Killed Hercules, and now me

Don’t have the time to bleed


Still gotta make my movies

Still gotta tell my stories

I wanna be a real boy again…


I wanna be with my real friends

Who I know are there with me to the end

Despite all the tread and dread

That I’ve caused them…


It’s all past tense

Still I get the sense

They’re all so tense

When I’m the one who caused it

The fallout and the mosh pit

Of our love,

and of our trust


It’s all my fault… It’s all my fault

It’s all my fault… It’s all my fault

I just wanna be a real boy again

Be with my family and friends


Until I meet my end

Until I’m in Heaven

When I’ll be a real boy again

That’s when I’ll be a real boy again…


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