Surrounded by all the things for a perfect night,
I find the one thing to bring me down.
I've got someone who loves me, another to help me, and another to make me laugh harder than anyone else.
The person that makes me laugh is busy with someone else.
But I have someone who loves me more then anything, so it shouldn't matter.
So why am I not enjoying myself?
Why can I only focus on him, not focusing on me?
I must just want attention.
Or something like that.