I have simple goals
To make you happy
People with young souls
Keep saying life's ******
I hear it all the time
How sad and lovely they are
If every time they smiled I'd gain a dime
I'd be too poor to go far
Yet I still stay
Say hello and ask how they're doing
Same thing every day
Blindly shooting
Who am I if not the jokester?
Do I really belong here?
Even in my sleep I stir
All the voices in my ear
Is everything not enough?
Everything I do...
I understand it's rough
But can I still stand by you?