I cannot remember the last time
That I smiled for no reason
Or looked out upon the world
And commented on the season
For nothing seems to strike me
The way it really should
I don’t think I’d like myself
Even if I could
The sun mocks just my pain
And the rain seems so dull
Within the cup of optimism
The glass is never full
I could walk through my days
Being deaf and dumb
And even to my daily troubles
Finally I’ve turned numb
No one strikes my fancy
Nothing for which I care
And yet I still hold out my hand
As if I think that you’ll be there
It started even before you came
Or rather ran away
To the point I that I don’t know
Who I am today
Even to all the beauty
I still don’t open my eyes
All of my darkness comes
From years of hidden lies
So until the day I leave
I guess I’m all alone
And I will serve as the loser
Aside, and tossed I’m thrown
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