My life is so misconstrued.
It’s like I’m suffocating and I can’t find my shoes.
I don’t know what it’s going to take to continue.
Why is everything so catastrophic?
All of this seems so psychotic.
So as I try to be the light that I need, I’ll try not to grieve about my life falling apart at the seams.
And I can always hope to live the life of my dreams.