How do the ones who've lost so much stay so strong?
They walk through life as life if nothing can go wrong,
And I who have lost nothing, am so weak.
Sometimes I feel it's not even worth it to speak.
I can't believe how pathetic I am.
It seems I cry more than them.
So, what can't I see that's so great?
I can't even find anyone to relate.
So why do you think this all began?
Maybe it was one big plan.
I find my life honestly quite crappy.
All I wanna do is be forever happy.
