Why Is It Everything's All Loneliness With Me? I Guess Sometimes I Try
To Hard, And Sometimes You Cause It, But It Always Carries On And On. "What
Did You Ever Become?" You Asked. I Said, "I Was Told To Be Smiles And Bright
Eyed Happiness, But Sometimes I Can't Find Anything To Laugh At." "I Don't
Want To Be Here." You Said. It Seems Like I Almost Always Have That Effect
On Everyone. I Say To Myself, "You Aren't The First One To Think Like Me."
And I Just Want To Be Like Everyone Else. Why Can't I Be Everything To
Everyone Else, Or Maybe Just To You? Just Once I Would Like To Be Something.
And I Wouldn't Mind If You'd Like To Be With Me.