I can't breath
I stay up until 3:00 in the morning until my lungs have had enough.
I will torture my exhausted mind with images of the things that could have happened.
I clench to the thoughts that this world is filled with hope of something pure, something brighter than it really is.
There is nothing pure about this world.
This world is not a place for hopeless romantics.
This world is not a place for me.

I can't help but imagine my future
I know in reality it will be nothing like I dream.
I won't meet the perfect man.
I won't have the perfect job.
I think most people have so much hatred for the life they live because in the beginning we are promised big things.
We are made to believe we can do anything that we set our mind to.

Tell me how many people in the entire world are exactly what they dreamed of being.
and then tell me the number of people in the world

Those odds aren't great enough for me

I guess I just want more than I'm worth.