• Crying on a shoulder, that's not really there,
    It's just plain old thin air.
    Thinking about the last time I was really happy.
    Which seems like forever ago.
    No one understands, and never will.
    Pain is as sharp as a porcupine quill.
    But I'm here with a fragile heart,
    I put it in someone's hands,
    They crush it with a twitch of a finger.
    I pick up the pieces and take it back,
    Never give any slack.
    Wish someone were here to help...
    But you know what?
    My life is like crap.