The Sun gives me hope that there is light on the other side.
Maybe, the grass is greener when your rich.
Maybe, I don't wanna be rich, I'd rather just be comfortable.
Just to have a thought of oh I want it, I'll get it.
To be there or not be there, the in and out.
Wishing this pain was a dream cause I can't believe I'm doing this for us again.
The inhale as you take in everything going on.
The anxiety races my heart.
The anticipation as...