No matter how many times i do it, no matter how good it is, it will
never be good enough, At this point, I'm going to assum that, If i
reached the moon, It wouldnt be good enough. No matter how much I
strive && how much I achieve, You'll just never be proud of
me.
if i fall asleep, will it all be diffrent when i wake, the fear of
my dreams dying and being forgotten. as my life slowly falls apart
will you be the part to hold it all together?