Nobody has made me happier and hurt than he did
Whenever I see those, I break down
I've prioritized so much but I've never got it in return
Am I really that worthless?
I'm so tired
I keep hoping for the impossible
Even the smallest things you do make me so much happier than you think
Even though you do better things for others

But who am I to desire those things?
I must've been out of my mind
All those sweet happy things only happen in my dreams
Such thing as "dream come true" is a lie
Unless if you're lucky
And I'm not