A lot of my friends only call so they can smoke and

Most people wanted me until I started hurtin'

The journey to contentment's like pouring water on fire

Finding happiness is the only thing I desire

I'm fragile, I'm too naive, and my heart's exposed on my sleeve

Whenever I start to get happy, someone gets distant then they leave

If loneliness is a disease-- I must've caught the itis

Me and myself against the world like this universe tryna fight us

I really hate to be that person who's writing letters of pain

But it's hard to write something unique when pain's running throughout my veins

Almost like I'm going insane, dark thoughts filling inside my brain

But they told me to "just get over it" so I'll be smiling in the rain.