Isn't it just so cliche
to sing to you my tale of woes?
And do I really have to say,
the words that everyone already knows?  

We've all had our heart break,
and all show the empathy.
But we all know its all fake,
and we really have no sympathy.

I may be sitting here and weeping,
and I know that you are just at home.
You're cozy in your bed and sleeping.
Though I don't know how you can, alone.

Listen to me, crying about the past.
Sob with me friends, if you will.
Perhaps true love isn't meant to last.  
But oh, dear friends, let's cry for it still.  

Individuals, yet all connected by this
pain so intense and incredibly real
but does it even really exist,
can anyone tell me, what's the big deal?  

I feel like my world has fallen to shambles
My heart and my soul are shattered and weak
So the right thing to do is sit here and ramble,
and tell you all to feel what I speak.  

And If you've never felt this way,
you're luckier than you could hope.
But I can guarantee you will one day,
and then you can join with me, and mope.

Because life is about love, and glory
and life is about giving it your all.  
We are all living the exact same story.
We all rise, and we all fall.