It Was Bliss

Written by: J. Dover

It Was Bliss

I oh-so desperately need your help

I'm torn and bitter that I'm stuck with myself

I'd love some advice to get me through this

I feel like a dusty treasure so high on a shelf

misplaced where no one can reach me without a stool

misplaced in a land where nobody cares

misplaced with people that pretend to be who they're not

misplaced with the one who always stares

and here I am, crying so pathetically

here I am with one that I miss

here I am sounding like the ones that annoyed me so

cause I didn't know what I had was so bliss