Some nights when the tears roll down my cheeks,
And I lay beneath the blankets and pray for sleep,
I wonder why I have to go through life being me.
I think of all the people with happiness and smiles,
And wish I could just be them for a while.
Perhaps then my life would be worthwhile.
Instead this misery I must withstand,
With tears of despair caught in my hand.
And wonder if it'd be so bad,
If my life