[Instrumental]
[Monologue]
I used to be very happy you know? If you’re hearing this these dreams, this reality, everything is beginning to clash more than often. My nightmares are breaking out of my head. Lately, my frustration has been wearing me out. Why am I so stuck on reaching perfection when it’s nothing but a surreal goal for her? You know life. See Momma told me Life is like a box of chocolates. so why hasn’t life been sweet? I’d trade anything to comprehend- *how you feel about me..*