My concept of happiness is completely based on fiction
Accustomed to disappointment from the human condition
I've been fed exaggerated emotions and I've taken them as wisdom
Romance has torn me a new one, and now I'm sad
Try and fish for some compliments, try and find some self worth
Try to fall in love with another person, try to be loved by the earth
But when you're met with constant let downs it feels like things can only get worse
Expectations tore me a new one and now I'm sad
Hindsight f**ed me up, the past facilitates resentment
And I get told not to dwell on it, and to live for the present
Living in first person is hard when you're not on the track
And if the present is a gift then I want to send it back
Roger Ebert said “If you have to ask what it symbolizes then it didn't”
And I try to work my way around this by being blatant
I've got tonnes of wasted metaphors across my writing pad
But the only thing I feel honest in expressing is the fact that I am sad