Sigh. How predictable. So of course, as the tragic story of my life goes, I really really really wanted to get a good part in the play. I hate myself. I hate how I do that. I never tried out before because I was too scared, and then finally as a senior I make myself do it, and somehow talk myself into believing that life will be different this time, when really it just played out exactly how it always has. I got a shitty part. The lowest part. Just a regular choir girl. But of course, as if this whole thing isnt tragic enough, other people, who didnt seem to want it as bad as me, got better parts. So once again, I am the loser. I try hard, Im nice to everyone, I actually have confidence and faith in the situation, and so you think that people would be proud of me, and that life would reward me by actually having me get what I want. For once. Just once? Is that really all that much to ask for? Of course. So once again, here I am, at the bottom of the chain. Just like always. How ironic. Well, in any case, sorry that youre always in my shadow, right? Sorry for always being better than you, and doing better than you. Im such a horrible person, I know. Grew up in a small town. And when the rain would fall down, Id just stare out my window. Dreaming of what could be, and if Id end up happy. I would pray. Trying hard to reach out, but when I tried to speak out, felt like no one could hear me.Wanted to belong here, but something felt so wrong here. So I prayed. I could breakaway. I'll spread my wings and Ill learn how to fly. Ill do what it takes till I touch the sky. And Ill make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway. Out of the darkness and into the sun. But I wont forget all the ones that I love. Ill take a risk, take a chance, make a change and breakaway.