i try so hard, but it always goes un noticed. there is so many things i fix, or build, but its never enough for them, they still laugh, but i dont, i dont laugh,
because there isnt anything funn about me. i do crack jokes with my friends, and i sometimes reduce myself to pittiful servitude to please those whom take me for a joke. but im still smiling, i cant stop.
the world is slowly turnning to notice me and they see a monster. it hurts because all i see is a great friend and a social leader, perhaps i should give up trying so hard, and maby itll rain drops of tear from under my sun shades, and maby then it will turn to flakes of salty snow once it travels by my smile.
because there isnt anything funn about me. i do crack jokes with my friends, and i sometimes reduce myself to pittiful servitude to please those whom take me for a joke. but im still smiling, i cant stop.
the world is slowly turnning to notice me and they see a monster. it hurts because all i see is a great friend and a social leader, perhaps i should give up trying so hard, and maby itll rain drops of tear from under my sun shades, and maby then it will turn to flakes of salty snow once it travels by my smile.
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