Chapter 3:

CraftyCorn was walking through Playcare, depressed. "I just wish they would understand me," says CraftyCorn.

CraftyCorn: Walk to the kitchen and forget what I was gettin'
Interrupt my friends even when I listen
And I never drive under 85

'Cause I never seem to leave on time
Got a vision of the life I could be livin'
But I always seem to choose the side missions
And I lost the love of my at 25
When the moons full it tears me up inside

Why can't I be like everyone else?
Why can't I seem to love myself?
Is this a part of gеtting older?

This heavy burden on my shouldеrs
Lately the times been passin' me by
Daydream my life away inside
And it's no better when I'm sober

I think my mind is taking over
I moved back to the country

Thought the culprit was the city
But all the chaos is still with me

I lose my car keys on the daily
The only difference is the bargain
You can get for a couple drinks out here

My mood is either up or down
Impulsive with the middle ground
And that's probably why
I lost the love of my life at 25
Said I was too torn up inside

Why can't I be like everyone else?
Why can't I seem to love myself?
Is this a part of getting older?

This heavy burden on my shoulders
Lately the times been passin' me by
Daydream my life away inside
And it's no better when I'm sober
I think my mind is taking over!

CraftyCorn walks.

...

"She sees herself as an outcast," says CatNap, "all I have to do is turn the others against her and then I'll have her all to myself!"

To Be Continued