My mother said the younger me was a 'Pretending' prodigy,
well nothing, then, much has changed
Coz while you’re wolfing down liquor, my soul it gets sicker,
but I’m stickin' to the screenplay, gotta say I’m okay,
but answer this babe
How is it now that somehow you’re a stranger? You were mine just yesterday
I prayed the block in my airway dissipates and instead deters your airplane’s way
But heaven denied
Destiny decried