Well, I’m glad I made you happy.

or at least I made myself happy.

you haven’t been there with me

when I was ready to deliver it all.

I’ve been searching for this for a while,

I found one thing that makes sense to me.

but what’s the point?

Everyone’s got favourites.

I’m just not one of them.

Don’t you like my voice, so nice, right?

what you’ve seen, the small parts I don’t hide,

is nothing compared to what I’m fighting with right now.

Help, help, I’ve asked for help.

I’m just so sad, I know you can’t help.

I’ve got nothing,

I feel something,

But happy dreams are nothing

compared to what I’m getting used to now.