Something Better

Got lots of money in the bank
Somebody in my bed
I should be looking forward, too
Blissful days ahead
So why am I so scared?
Why do these fears persist?
There might be something better than this
There might be something I missed

I've been working all these years
To build a perfect life
A perfect house in the countryside
A perfect little wife
So why am I so scared?
Why do these fears persist?
There might be something better than this
There might be something I missed

I'm sinking low into my chair
Like sleeping on a cloud
So many apprehensive words
I can't say out loud
And if you wonder what went wrong
If you must insist
There might be something better than this
There might be something I missed

There might be something better than this
There might be something I missed

There might be something better than this
There might be something I missed
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