THEN

I do everything in my power to make you happy
To make them happy
My life is an endless cycle of trying to help and being told what I did wrong.
If I can’t make you happy, and I can’t make them happy, why should I make myself happy?

NOW

I’m leaving the place I feel my most comfortable
I’ll never perform in my home again.
There will be new homes but until then, I’ll sulk in my miserably wonderful existence,
Hating who I am, and who I’ll become.
I’ll watch you walk away,
I know I’ll eventually be ok

LATER**

You counted me out of your plans,
While they counted me out of their lives.
I love who I’ve become
But I hate what I put myself through to get here.

I’ll always love being miserable