It's hopeless. Fucking hopeless being blinded by irrational hope.

Reinvented myself. Reinvented love.
But it's never gonna be enough.

You can tread on water and air all you like, baby. Or fly to delirious dizzy heights of talent and inspiration. Or even breathe ecstasy and drown in its warm glow.

Because reality will have its last laugh. Always.

You will never ever ever be good enough.
Remember that.

This happiness is only a dream.
So sleep tight.
And keep your heart loose.