Drunk

 Sitting in my hotel writing sad songs

Texting friends that I can't bear to talk to

Wishing I was the version of myself that I envisioned

Why haven't I sticked to what I want?

Why is the world set up so I'd fail

Why can't I see what my heart wants

All I can see is what pop songs sing and lullabyes bring

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