I can't even be happy.
No one allows for it.
And you can't even say "you can be happy when you want to be happy, it's your decision" that's bullshit because in order for that to happen I'd have to stop caring. And if I stop caring I'll be alone.
So I have to wait around for people to come to me first, wait til they come around and want to make me happy.
You're never just a phone call away, you're fifty texts, a missed call, twenty more texts, and then a call.
You're never just a drive down the street your 246 miles away, and even then you're gone.
Who's here with me, cause I feel nothing.
I don't even know why I think things will ever turn out nice for me, because those closest to me won't let that happen.
Awe f it.