it's funny how those things,
can get mixed up, but i can,
see where the confusion lies.
we sit here now in a meadow,
of yellow straws and white blooms,
and the sun heats the earth as we,
collide together like two stars in,
the universe of both love and peace.
and yet when i say "i love you",
i'm really saying "help me",
because aren't i meant to suffer?
aren't i meant to spend time alone,
with depression and confusion,
hanging over me like the day after,
a night out with friends and people,
i'd like to know.
so if depression and pain is not meant for me,
then why do i waste my time moaning about it?
