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It was Bliss
I oh-so desperately need your help
I'm torn and bitter that I'm stuck with myself
I'd love some advice to get me through this
I feel like a dusty treasure so high on a shelf
misplaced where no one can reach me without a stool
misplaced in a land where nobody cares
misplaced with people that pretend to be who they're not
misplaced with the one who always stares
and here I am, crying so pathetically
here I am with one that I miss
here I am sounding like the ones that annoyed me so
cause I didn't know what I had was so bliss
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