Letras: Slick Shoes. Rusty. Losing Sight.

Sorry it turned out like this,
I guess it's time for us to take our own separate ways.
All I can do is pray that you would make the right decisions and never lose sight of what is real.
All the time I wonder why it turned out like this.
It doesn't matter, it's in god's hands.
You're losing your grip on reality.
You don't know what's real and what is rally in your head.
You haven't learned, you never will,
unless you let god do what he wants and not what you want to do