When I am happy, you're happy for me
When I cry, I cry alone
When I am good, You are proud of me
When I'm bad, I've become unknown
The past is in the distance
The future , far ahead
The present is here with me
A fundamental bed
As the hourglass drips downward
The hysteria of life gets sheepish
My feelings are invalid
Even at there deepest
A long time has past
Yet more is still to come
Discontent, vexation, mortification
Like I, is known to some
As the dismal day
Turns into despairing darkness
A dishearted melancholy
Shows no added bliss
But along will come a gentle man
To take me far away
To a place where trees stand tall
It's interpretation to beautiful to say
Log cabins and fire places
Champagne and bear skinned rugs
Holding me close but gently
It will be me he'll only love
But alas I shall have to wait
For that gentleman is still unknown
I'm happy, you're happy for me
I cry, and cry alone.