'Being happy is for those not cool enough not to be emo'

So you ask me what I have to be depressed about?
How 'bout not knowing my own feelings,
or to even be able to feel them,
or for being too practical for my own good,
maybe for hurting when I'm punched or punch,
aching while either bruise heals.

Did I mention that my dreams haunt me,
that every one I have is a another life I don't lead,
or a choice I didn't make- couldn't have made,
I wake in the morn with a taste on my lips, or
ghost in my head,
everytime I think I've forgotten
I'm proved wrong.

I'm stricken with trying to make everything perfect,
debating over the question I posed to myself,
'If I can't make everyone happy...
do I have the right to make anyone happy...'
I still don't believe I can make one person happy, (let alone..)
I don't think have the ability,
I believe that I might be wasting my time trying to find out the answer.

Because just how beautiful can life be
if it ends,
when it's sunken in the earth and there's noone left
to smile or laugh with?
if time's just a poison everyone's force-fed,
why all the commotion when someone finally gets their fill?