Everyday, at night
I cry
In the beauties of late night breeze
In the feeling of found and lost again
In the emptiness of relationship
In the depression of the my whole self
In my pillow
I cry
I wonder do they like me?
Do they want me?
Do they hate me?
Do they care about me?
Do they consider me as a friend?
I cry
For once
I just wanted someone to hear me
But for once
I just wanted sometime alone
For once
I wanted people to care about me even when I say I'm fine
But I wanted people to leave me alone
I want everyone to shut up
But I wanted everyone to help me
I...
Maybe this is why I'm here all by myself?
Everyone hates me?
Everyone dislike me?
They think I'm irritating?
Must be.
Is this why I'm here all by myself?
Everyone doesn't care about me?
Everyone hates me as my true self?
Is this why I'm considered irritating?
No,
They think I'm out of my mind
Not gonna lie but
I look at everyone as true friends
I guess it's my problem to do so
Not gonna lie but
I think I'm too innocent?
I guess it's my problem that this happened
Everyone say it's fine
It's not
Nobody believed me when I said I'm depressed
Nobody believed me when I showed my true self
Everyone believed was I was acting to draw attention
NO, Why would I do that...
Everyday, at night
I cry
Thinking of the same things
Over and Over again
Guess it's my problem to do so?
Guess it's my decision to do so?
I cry
To...
To...
To...
t...
To me, myself, I.
When is this going to end?
I don't have to end this myself,
Right?
But since I'm left with me myself and I
I had to do so
Guess it's my problem. Again.
