Someone help
Nobody does understand
How hard it is to concentrate
On literature, art
When you're constantly breaking down
Ever-so
Chasing after a dream you cannot reach
And expected to be smiling, as normal, as you
Continue going on this life
Continue writing songs and lies
That do not tell of the sad truth
That you are not as saved to truce
Reminder that you're not enough
And how to deal with this fake love
And how to deal with the tepid fact
That none of you is ever gay
Ever merry, ever sane

I've just hit my finger and it hurts so bad
I laugh, for I don't feel like crying
I'm too far gone to even see
That I'm that gone, I'm lost and weak
Burnt out, perhaps, I'm sad again -
I stole that phrase from a ballad -
And no one recognizes me or sings
The same true dole that I repeat

I long to live, I long to cry
But will's just gone out of my eye
Like how could I remember days
When I felt sane, when I felt safe?