What is love?
what is hope?
what is happiness?
what is friendship?
what is sanity?
what is sadness?
what is joy?
My heart makes up the answers
and my mind gives me the reasons
But what is it when i cant stand for myself
and tell you what i think?
Why is it that I am the person whom you think is weak
I cry out the reasons,
i show you the pain,
i show you the result from all that i have to gain.
But in the end what is truthfully gained?
No one will listen,
no one will care
Its just a practical joke that people play
but yet it is me who waits everyday
Im tired of this nothingness,