im happy, i always am. at least i try to be. it takes a lot of effort though.
i never really let anything bother me for too long. a problem comes up, i cry a little, talk about it, and in a day, im almost over it. so for the longest time, i was always happy.
but we always meet bigger challenges everyday. and it gets harder, it'll require more effort. i'll cry a little more, talk about it less, and sometimes even after days, i still cant get over it. so for the longest time, i've been trying really hard to be happy.
there are many many things i wanna tell you, you, you and you. and you and you and you too. but its so hard. sometimes its so hard to approach you, sometimes its so hard to get your understanding, sometimes you are too far away, and sometimes you are too busy to listen. i wonder if things might have been different if this had not happened, or that didn't come by. but at the end of it all, everything i've just come up with are just excuses.
sometime i really really wanna talk to you. but it just doesnt seem like the right time. and when the right time finally comes, im either not in the mood to bring it up, or i've already figured out a way to forget about it. and this is just another excuse. sigh.
problems make everyone upset. and to you, you, you and you, and you and you and you too. i want to be there for you. let me help. i might not be able to solve it for you. but things will seem better if you share it with a friend. and it makes me happy to know that you still regard me as one.
so im happy, i always am. let me make you happy too.
i never really let anything bother me for too long. a problem comes up, i cry a little, talk about it, and in a day, im almost over it. so for the longest time, i was always happy.
but we always meet bigger challenges everyday. and it gets harder, it'll require more effort. i'll cry a little more, talk about it less, and sometimes even after days, i still cant get over it. so for the longest time, i've been trying really hard to be happy.
there are many many things i wanna tell you, you, you and you. and you and you and you too. but its so hard. sometimes its so hard to approach you, sometimes its so hard to get your understanding, sometimes you are too far away, and sometimes you are too busy to listen. i wonder if things might have been different if this had not happened, or that didn't come by. but at the end of it all, everything i've just come up with are just excuses.
sometime i really really wanna talk to you. but it just doesnt seem like the right time. and when the right time finally comes, im either not in the mood to bring it up, or i've already figured out a way to forget about it. and this is just another excuse. sigh.
problems make everyone upset. and to you, you, you and you, and you and you and you too. i want to be there for you. let me help. i might not be able to solve it for you. but things will seem better if you share it with a friend. and it makes me happy to know that you still regard me as one.
so im happy, i always am. let me make you happy too.
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