You see my outside,
But never past...

I live in a place of happiness and light
On the surface...

Remember when she used to say,
Before she died...

But a horrible nightmare,
That I never woke up from...

You're dying,
I can see it in your eyes...

A little bit of money
Can get you far in this world...

Nothing to say
Does it matter anyway...

Who knows what you're thinking up
In that big head of yours...

I picture home,
Don’t think of here...

Will I ever be good enough?
In your eyes...

We’re here for a reason, hard to...
Only home for you, not me...

She gives good advice,
I trust her so much...