• Everyday it feels the same.
    A rainy cloud above my head,strait down to my toes.
    Just when I think I'm happy, you ruin it with your news.

    I feel left out, thrown out and useless. I try to hide it under that smile and laughter you find ever day.
    But inside I'm not pleased, oh not one bit. I want to go into a little cupperboard and cuddle up and rock back and forth.
    But I don't, I somehow resist, like this: i think to myself "Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be different."
    So I try again.
    Hoping, just hoping that one day, I'll be right.