| Sitting around here with nothing to do
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| It’s wearing me down dear, just thinking of you
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| How it’s been so long since I held you close
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| How things could go wrong when I need you most
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| My devotion is an ocean of uneasiness
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| Distraction, worry, grief and stress
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| For love is sadness
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| Love is madness
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| Love is thinking if I make it through this hell on earth
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| It might be worth it
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| Who needs happiness?
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| I’d rather have you
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| Roaming these hallways with dreams unfulfilled
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| Why do they always seem so uphill?
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| A happy existence of peace and goodwill
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| Me on assistance and you on the pill: is that so wrong?
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| But no one sees it my way
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| «Get a life,» is what they say
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| Well, I’m all spent, all sentimentally retarded now
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| You know it’s true
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| I may have shot what life I’ve got, but I don’t want a life
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| I just want you
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| I just want you to be with me here
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| And I don’t care much if it’s not such a good idea
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| If falling short of happy is the best that we can do
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| Who needs happiness? |
| I’d rather have you
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| Who needs happiness if I can’t have you, too?
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| If it’s true that I have to choose between the two
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| Who needs happiness? |
| I’d rather have you |