I should be happy
why am I about to cry?
it's just mental issues
but I don't wanna dienothing makes sense
to anybody else
not to birds or to trees
not even an elfyou're so kind to me
but you judge the world
with cruelty and pain
insecure girlif I were a stranger
would you laugh at me
stealing glances
trying to seemy tangled hair
my head's not on right
everything's a joke
too sensitive so goodnightyou hide behind
a newspaper wondering
if I'm worth the while
of all your complainingbut at the of the day
you send me a dove
typed out in ink
that's it's all just a glove