The plus and minus, they pull each other closer.
Minus plus minus, plus and plus are  distance between the two,
So existence is made of minuses and pluses.
But what is mine made of?

Theory of music, notes fill the emptiness of the air,
Cheerful noises and gleeful laughter spice it up,
Radiant souls and excited smiles dance merrily,
But what does mine do?

Rest gives solace, and solace gives rest.
Wings gift you the ability to roam and soar.
Words give you the chance to talk and express.
But what do I do?

Everything is made of atoms and molecules.
Life has big chunks, inanimate objects have small ones.
The greater, the better, you're given an opportunity.
But what am I given?

At last, it's light, a morning sunshine.
One day it's brighter, another day it's less.
A little thing to know, is that you are still breathing,
That you have the space to complete your dreams and goals.
But what if I'm a goner?

I shall carve a smile, since it lights up your day,
I shall conceal sorrow, to cherish the things you say,
I shall watch your laughter, and act like I care,
For I am the vampire that sucks the meaning from life.