What makes you laugh?
What makes you laugh? What makes you cry? What makes you look up at the sky? What makes you cry? What is the purpose? What if I was shirtless? Could you Love me then, even when I tell you this will end? If you tell me tomorrow, that your Love was for borrow, how will I cope? Will I go off the deep end? Snort some coke? Sell some Dope? What exactly would I do, knowing my life is empty without you? Will you call me up? Yeah true. So we'll still be friends? Oh, it depends. Depends on your boyfriend? You're already with him? Why didn't you just stick a pen, in my left arm? Why didn't you just let me self harm? Why did you pretend that we were in Love? Oh I get it, we were young and dumb, that's bullshit and you know it, we were on cloud 9. Even when I'd be down to my last dime. Is life supposed to have purpose? Is it wrong of me to yell out curses? My life is worthless. Or at least it's what you taught me. I'm different now, I can't let this shit get me down. What if I had money? What if I didn't dress so bummy? What if I owned a bunny? Not even then? You still couldn't Love me? You hold another far above me? Why not me? What if we were to be greater than those meant for Dreams? What if we were supposed to be a match? What if You were my greatest match? Oh I see.. I fucked up. I did everything I could to fix it. So quit that. This is no longer your excuse. I Love You. You Love Me. Why can't we be, what we were meant to be? I miss You, I remember how I'd kiss you. Just remember. Please Remember. Feel those feelings once again. Or don't.. because everything depends. So once again, what makes you laugh? What makes you cry? What made you leave me for that other guy?
