I feel so happy, yet I'm so sad.  Life seems so good, but it's so bad.
I've got it made.  I don't think so.
Nothing's real.  It's all down low.

I'm sick of you.  I'm sick of me.
Follow through.  You just might see.
You may not know, so think a while.
Try what you want.  I'll never smile.

Why are you so much of me
When I mean nothing to you?
I hate it when you lie to me,
'Cause I can see right through you.

We are over.  You're to blame.
That's not the problem.  Call my name.
I hate you now.  I won't run to you.
Again and again.  You'll never come through.

By: Jen Birney