i walk down the street alone through the crowd early in the morning wishing you were beside me so i could show you all the small things that make me happy and i'd feel my heart is heavy like it's made of lead because you're so near, yet so far i can't get to you, i can't make you happy you have to find happiness in yourself then you will be able to love me back to tell me that without hesitation and we will be able to be happy together.
Please, be happy and content with yourself, Mr. Brightside. I love you.