Sometimes I feel I'm in a race.
A race that's never gonna end
With cheeriness I must pretend.
The goal of which is "happiness"
And the undeniable feeling to impress.
We all struggle on and carry our load
And sometimes it's too much to hold.
I for one have a particular care:
To do something I would not dare.
But I have to do it, no, I must!
I have to do it to earn their trust.
It's weird though it's so hard to do
And I'm all alone without a clue.
He said: "Tell me when you love again"
Yet he doesn't know what I must defend.
Poor me! I shall never find this happiness.
I was never and never will impress!
For I am lost without a doubt
Like the weary words coming from my mouth.
He'll never know for he does not see.
The pain that's brought by finding me.