Broken and barren. This frostbitten air haunts my Soul; I'm going mad. And I'm not sure if it's the Change in the weather Or The changing time, Or The change in me that Is So Unsettling.
Don't you think I want to be happy? Don't you think I want to be like you? Don't you think I want to smile and not hurt? Don't you think I want to not cry? Don't you think I want to be happy too?