Meaningless

You say everything means something, But you treat me like I am nothing, How can I make you realise, You mean everything in my eyes. To find you think my life’s a bore, Makes my heart ache so sore, Now listen to me as I tell, How my lie has become hell, To see these fools laugh and play, Just makes me want to run away, They always seem so content, Always full of merriment, While I sit and plan my road, My brain goes into overload, To understand these peoples mirth, What’s the point? What’s the worth? I just need a friendly hand, To guide me to a happy land, Where people are free to have their fun, Never again having to run.