little wonders by rob thomas

you can never really tell what's the difference between reality and fantasy. in one minute, you are so overwhelmed of the fact that all the things that somewhat makes you jubilant are just a 'tap-on-the-back' away but then again, when you blink your tiny little eyes, everything seems to fall down to pieces and there you are, staring at a stranger across the street, wondering if everything was just a dream or were they just pure games of your emotions...toying with your weakness, using it against you thus, making you so damn fragile and you breaks you down into pieces.

the world is so messed up, you just dont know what to do...if the world is messed up, would you be messed up too?