This is not the story you've hoped for

There lived a boy

Within the comfort of high ceilings and white walls

Surrounded by everything he could ever ask for

A new life — followed by emptiness

The restraints grew tighter

The days felt like months

In this privilege it transformed him into something ghostlike

A wandering specter

Ladies and gentlemen…

Here lies the foreign perfectionist

Is it easy to be like you?

Don't I try too?

Tell me I do

Is it easy?

If I try too

If I fight you

I'd be like you

Let it out

Baby, now

It's you

I found lights and stars to follow

You can hold my hand

Now, so now

You came this far, i'm proud

If I mind you, I'd fall into the void

Then I won't see

Will I survive?

You might

It's magic or light

Oh, no

You might

Is it easy now?

Oh, no

It's not

But you are not alone

Oh, no