Meaningless

Why can't we believe in fantasy any longer
The whispers of thruth are getting stronger
Ever more powerful, ever more fake
Do they even know what's at stake?

Childhood, youth, adolescence
We found it all just didn't make sense
We loved and feared and laughed and cried
But in the end, we were denied

Are our lives truly that meaningless?
Were we foolish to fight to last?
No matter the answers they gave us then
We will start over and over again