I want a breakthrough.
A new life--
Somewhere different, with different people and different places.
I wish there was enough money to buy food
Or at least some new clothes.

But wishing is all I can do...

I'm not helpless, I'm not weak. I just give up.

They say I need to take the blame for my life,
But I have no say in whether I'm understood or not.

Sometimes I dream of New York, where nobody knows anybody, and everyone is allowed to be themselves, and stays out of each others' business. Unless you're a star.

And Juilliard.

Where I can lose myself in my music...I guess I could lose myself in my music here, its just not the same.

Sometimes there's no magic in my living room.