You compare my life
to yours and say,
How can you complain?
I understand that
your bed of roses
is thorny and dead.
Perfect sob story.
You say I should
be grateful for
what I have
But none of what is mine
makes me happy.
There is where we differ.
My pain is constant.
There are no ebbs and flows.
The ants raid my picnic
one morsel at a time.
Eventually, there will
be nothing to live on.
My hardship may not sell
books or TV movies but
I bleed just the same.
Unlike you, I haven't
found the happy ending.
[Twistin' Knife Love]
[Sweet Love]
[Bit of Inspiration]
[Head Down Low]
[Short and Sweet]
[Just a Little Darker]