Daydream I'm a woman waiting for A better life for myself Trauma of the real I was a child once With big dreams Wishes I believe the pretend will catch Up to me, fulfillment written By me, I'll just be With nothing wrong inside Body in pieces A little person anxious With psychic death Somewhere maybe someday I'll get what I want But I won't want it when I get it Never meant to be Happy or completely new Take these dreams and tear into them A'll I have is unreal screens Hands the ones to hold I'll die alone Stuck here in all that I am The real demands one solitary path My forever desire and regret