And she never thought she'll be that desperate,
All alone and rejected,
Or maybe she did, in those dark teary nights,
In those depressing noons, streching endlessly.
She felt like there was a hole in the center of her,
and all the helplessness and furstration in the world came
pouring in
Happiness seemed to have disappeared into thin air,
and love was gone.
Can there be love without happiness?
Can there be happiness with out love?
Would she want that?
And all those people that make her sad,
Are they happy?
Are they loved?
And if, if she could be like them,
Would she be happy?
Could she???