In order to make you happy, I tried to heal your broken heart. I tried to make it all work, And in the process, lost myself just to please you in every part.
I tried to get ahead, But my efforts were all in vain. As I look back and reflect, What makes me happy— You stopped every move I made.
To make me happy Meant doing things you don’t like to do. Now I’m no longer confused, But I’m no longer who I was.
I look in the mirror, Lost, Trying to find my way back home, But home is no longer there. This house is all that’s left. I suppose this is how it ends, When you lose yourself to fix someone else’s broken heart.