"You should be happy." Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.

I was going to tell you. Going to tell you why I was just "ok." I tried to find you, But you had already left.

It's her birthday. I still have to make her a card. This is a wonderful birthday present. I'm tired of life being tossed around Like it's in a washing machine. I'm tired of being mad, And trying to figure out who to be mad at, And trying not to pick sides.

You're the pillar that I lean on emotionally, And I needed you today -- I still need you. And you're not here, And your last words to me Were telling me I should've been happy.

I know you meant it in a positive way, But there's a lot you don't know, And now I can't tell you Because tomorrow it will be too late And it would be awkward to bring up. Your words slightly wound me, and your absence hurts even more.