You wake up in the morning, or at whatever time you do,
And stumble out of bed wondering what the day will bring to you.
”I will survive!” you sing aloud, as you check up on your peers,
The snippets of their life used to muffle all your fears
You’ve nothing better to do so you wait around all day,
But “I can’t expect everyone to be as pathetic as me,” you say
You try not to be a burden, and try your best to let them be,
But all those things unspoken just heighten your anxiety
Your paranoia gets the best of you, “of course they’re running away!”
“But I do wish they would stay a while” you whisper in dismay
You’d be glad if you could voice it out, though you doubt you ever could,
“But if it means that much to you, yeah, its a risk but you still should!”
I ask, “what makes YOU happy? and you, and you, and you?
Because what makes ME happy is when YOU are happy too!”