When you’re happy, I’m glad
When you’re depressed, I’m sad
When you’re with her, it doesn’t pain me.
I feel happy that u and her are free.
But do u love me?
I wonder that while my hart-, hart is breaking.
I smile even though it’s aching.
Will I ever find love?
Will I ever have the freedom, like a dove?
My sadness is consuming my soul, right to the very top
But because you’re happy, the pain will stop.
u and your gf a breaking away
A little bit each and every day
It hurts me to see u so sad
And so mad