Its a small world in her head and in some ways its so big. pictures and images, voices and noises the flash like lightening across her mind. she hardly eva understands them.

You always make a fool of me
trash my hopes and crush my dreams
foolishly let me think you're holding on to me
laughing at my demise
silly me i believe all your lies

Worldly possessions, I don’t have. My life is not my own. My dreams are only nightmares. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, the pressure kills a little more of me each day.