I feel hollow.
I feel bare, I feel pain.
do people really feel?
or are they disillusioned?
do they cry because they're sad,
or are they sad because they're crying?
why do people feel happiness?
why do they smile?
is it really necessary?
what happened to indifference, what happened to conformity?
maybe they're happy because they're not crying.
it's my turn now.
my turn to step on to the plate.
but, I don't feel like playing.
don't look at me, because I'll cry.
you know I love you so.
for you I'd bleed myself dry.
what happened? can anyone really tell?
can anyone really see?
don't ask. don't answer.
words I live by.
it's because of you,
I turn into something beautiful.
I cry when you do.
it's because of you,
I can laugh and cry at the same time.
it's because of you I know why people cry.
look at the stars, they shine for you.
I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you.
to you: thank you for singing to me.