I'm so tired of being here; being drowned out with others happiness,
An invisible dagger in my back, a tiny but painful smile I crack,
Feeling isolation from within, but being crowded outside the skin.
My path is full of success, my heart and mind full of death,
A flower with decaying petals, straining for the sunny glimmer,
Whilst everyone else around me; high-spirited like a tower.
And at this hour, cowering with despair over my lover,
Over thinking and utter woe fill me so,
Emotional scars, lingering tears.
My only friend, yet I have nothing to defend,
If needed sent to war, there I will lay in my death bed
Staring out the window, when will it all end?
Shall I go back to the past, or should I make this misery last.
Everything is okay, Everything is okay.
Everything is okay...
