Why must life be so bad

Always making me seem sad

Although my sadness is more sorrow

it won't leave me by tomorrow

my sorrow never comes and goes 

it always stays 

leaving me alone

although I have friends 

who say they're here

whenever they're needed to wipe my tears

cause all I see is an empty room

with me, myself, and always you

 

no one understands

what I go through

it's not like having a pillow thrown at you

you can't brush it off

or leave it alone

it's like you're getting torn inside 

straight to your soul

you feel seperated 

from everyone else

unlike the rest 

you're left by yourself

cause all there is

is an empty room

with me, myself, and always you

 

I know life 

has it's ups and downs

going in a circle

round and round

but no one understands

my life is a line

never encountering anything kind

cause all I have is an empty room

with me, myself, and always you

 

I want to be happy

instead of sad 

but I don't know

how to be glad

no one's ever brought me

pure joy in my life

every happy moment has ended with a knife

cause all I've known 

is an empty room

with me, myself, and always you.