Most of us have friends who do anything to make us happy, but for some reason I can't really feel anything....
It's like bits and pieces of the comforting words spelled out from their mouths get shoved back in by you
You tell them to get lost and throw those words away
They don't understand what you're going through
Then I think why me?
Why was I chosen to be the one that was...depressed...having no self-esteem..having only me to love
I know my family's there
But behind this supposedly pretty face they see
Inside its dark, sad, torn, its me
Comfort can not help me now I have to fight it some how
