Besedila: Dream. Reality. Diana (Interlude).

The mistakes, they may have questions
And questioning who I am and why I'm here
Not understanding the relevance of my situation
Frustrations more powerful than
Wisdom given to me by those who really care
So I guess I'm supposed to just sit here
And collect thoughts that aren't mine
And following your footsteps and breaking down
The wall that you've built around me
Why does it feel like I'm the only one
Who carries so many burdens?
But has no strength, why me? {why me}