i know it’s not okay to be sad

but you don’t know anything about my past

you think i don’t miss the great times i've had?

great things are temporary, good things never last

don’t force me to talk, it’s bad enough already

it’s not easy to be happy

when those memories start creeping back in your head

you suddenly forget what happiness feels like… you just feel dead

and all you want to do is stay in bed