Why is life so difficult?
Why does everyone yell?
How come nothing I do is good enough?
How come everything is always my fault?
Everyone thinks my life is perfect
but little do they know
its all an act so no one knows
but my life is everything BUT perfect
of everything in my life
only one thing is worth being here for
the only thing worth living
happens to be love
the only thing worth being here
is the one person I love
its the person who swapped hearts with me
it the man of my dreams
if it wasn’t for him
I probably wouldn’t be here anymore
for the person I love
if the only reason for my to lived