Feed me your deep secrets I'll feed you my simple words
Pick up roses I'll pick up thorns
So you can cry me a river But all I can do
Is cry you a glass Half empty, half full
When someone gives you their everything, but you can't. But this is also my way of saying that whatever I do, someone will always do it better. This also means that people are acting so over the top, so overdramatic and so extreme, while I'm just sitting here, thinking how irrelevant all this is.