Nothing makes me happy anymore,
Not even sunsets,
Your scent and my songs.
I don't enjoy my mornings,
The wind in the air,
Not even your fingers,
Accidentally brushing my hair.

Nothing makes me happy anymore,
No chocolate or rain
No book and Friday
Can make me smile as big
As I did back then. 

Your jokes and your voice
Don't really reach me
And when I laugh, it's forced,
I bet you still can't see it.

I fake a smile to prove
I'm still breathing,
Although I know
If I stopped pretending
No one would really care enough
To check in on me.

Nothing makes me happy anymore,
Your smile can't sneak into
My dark, broken heart.
But in case you were wondering-
It's okay, it's not you,
It's not you or the things,
I stopped caring about long ago. 

You all are still the best, 
You're fun and the prettiest,
You're young and it's so great.
It's all just me and my head,
Wrapped in the cold blanket of
Self-loathing and hate.

I don't know why nothing makes me happy anymore,
I don't know why nothing really matters anymore...