To show someone how much you love them,
And that you'll always be there.
That you'll turn to them, and drop all for them
When they feel life's unfair.
It's nice,
And it's easy.
To show them that you care,
To wear your heart on your sleeve,
Leaving yourself open to disenchantment,
In hope of gaining dreams that you weave.
It's nice,
But it's not easy.
To disregard other people
Because it doesn't suit you.
To do things that you want
And forget about the few.
It's not nice,
But it's easy.
Getting over the fact, sometimes,
You've got to be alone.
That life's not so happy,
And it's not so simple to moan.
It's not nice,
And it's not easy.