I'm always looking on the bright side.
I'm always reaching for the stars.
But only now, I realize that…
The bright side is just as dark as everything else.
I'm sorry, I can't take this anymore.
No more Miss Optimist.
Because my arms are broken from reaching so high…
And I'm still star-less.
There's something about being let down so many times…
That makes me want to pull out my hair.
Because I've always been trying to climb to heaven,
But I forget to count the stairs.
I try so hard and work so hard.
Yet I'm still the last in line.
I've tried to keep on smiling,
But sometimes I can't help but sigh.
So here I am stating;
No more Miss Bright Side
(What bright side?)
I think I'll now live a realistic life.
No more lies about the future,
No more kidding myself about the past.
I'm living for the moment from now on,
And reminding myself, I'll always be last.