I find... everything so futil :

I open a book today.
I wrote a letter to the mayor..

I thought of a better life, of a better world.

I saw a little girl crying.

I ask myself so many questions about life.

I can't get ride of this need
the need to be loved.

They saw throught me.

I just don't get why... we feel this urge, once or so many times to be with someone, that much...

Why did they put that in my head? Why??? They build me, and now, I have to deal with myself.
I'm scared of their eyes...

Maybe, tell me, maybe, they'll see that I'm not that happy.. that I fake my smile so much that it blows my heart away...

and then, they say, that I'm seeking attention

It does end up to the same song after all ...