I’m sick of crawling up
I’m sick of cheering myself up
I’m sick of trying to be tough
I have no more energy and confidence in making myself happy
I refuse to be happy
Go on and tease my thoughts
Go on and be disappointed in me
Go on and ignore me
I’m just too weak to afford happiness in life
Instead of pushing myself so hard to be happy or move on
I rather stay sad
Go on and say I’m foolish
Go on and show no sympathy on me
Go on and give up on me
I give up my future happiness
and I’ll get used to sadness
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