My happiness? Last on my list
Perfecting everyone else to become perfectionist
Handing out money to the wrong doers of me
Now I'm left alone with people surrounding me
What about me?
Did anyone see the unexplainable darkness beneath?
Or did you only see the helped offered for you?
Was love ever an emotion for you to pull through?
What about me?
Why is everything always one-sided in this lonely place called Earth
The only ones before me will be the ones that I birth
No one ever understands until they stike a nerve
What about me?
Can I perfect and be a perfectionist?
Can I borrow and use and abuse as you once did me?
Can I lie to lie again and again?
Will my sadness ever end?
What about me?