Why is it everything’s all loneliness with me?
Sometimes i try too hard, and sometimes you cause it,
But it always carries on and on.
«what did you ever become?» you asked.
I said, «i was told to be smiles and bright eyed happiness,
But sometimes i can’t find anything to laugh at.»
«i don’t want to be here.» you said.
It seems like i almost always have that effect on everyone.
«you aren’t the first one to think like me.»
And i just want to be like everyone else.
Why can’t i be everything to everyone else,
Or maybe just to you?
Just once i would like to be something.
And i wouldn’t mind if you’d like to be,
Like to be with me.
