When It Isn't Like It Should Be

why is it everything's all loneliness with me?
sometimes i try too hard, and sometimes you cause it,
but it always carries on and on.
"what did you ever become?" you asked.
i said, "i was told to be smiles and bright eyed happiness,
but sometimes i can't find anything to laugh at."
"i don't want to be here." you said.
it seems like i almost always have that effect on everyone.
"you aren't the first one to think like me."
and i just want to be like everyone else.
why can't i be everything to everyone else,
or maybe just to you?
just once i would like to be something.
and i wouldn't mind if you'd like to be,
like to be with me.