Maybe everyone does it fine.
Maybe everyone takes out time,
To make a stranger smile;
Every once in a while.
Maybe it's nothing special to be like the moon or the sun.
Maybe it's no big deal to try to fix a person,
Even when you can't fix yourself;
And constantly feel like an old unread book on the shelf.
Maybe I'm not the only one who survived.
Maybe being sleep deprived,
Has nothing to do with being bitter.
Maybe next time, I'll do it better.