and i could have had it

Happy? I don't know. Is anybody happy? Really happy, I mean. People pretend they are.

Happiness is such a fragile sort of thing these days. It's as though there is only so much to go round. And so you know, when you've got some, that it's going to run out soon; and that keeps you from enjoying it. You're too busy wondering how you're going to feel when it's all gone. Or you start thinking about the person who's had to go without so that you can have your portion.

I want so much to be happy. Why is it so difficult? We try to understand things about each other that we really can't understand. We try to please each other, make each other happy, but we do it so differently we don't really see it at all.

I try. Everyone knows, I've tried. I wanted to do you good, stand by you and see you through it all. I wanted to make you happy, to make you see I could be trusted. I wanted you to know that with love, it could all be ok. But I've tried and tried, and nothing happened. What happened was unhappiness, dissatisfaction, sadness.

And over time, it just wears me down. It tires me.

I think that sometimes what our heart tells us is right, is overblown. Exaggerated, because it's unattainable. And therefore, all the more attractive.

I think about how it might have been
We'd spend our days travelin'
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
But you only wanted me
The way you wanted me