All my life I've been searching for one thing to keep me going
And still I've nothing
All my friends have died or moved on, they don't want to talk about it
And again I've nothing
Focus on what you have they tell you in countless therapy
Play it over and start again
I don't need to tell you that I'm not happy
And here I am, still alive and well
I've done nothing but here I am being punished
Simplistic point of view
I was always there for everyone but myself
Taking care of all of you
One day you'll come to thank me for being me
Rather than apologise