There must be something wrong with you.
No one else does the things you do.
There isn’t anything wrong with me,
and I never see the things you see.
But I understand you now.
You were just tryna get by.
While we kept our feet on the ground,
you never stopped touching the sky.
Why were you buried so close to home
Was there something I could have done?
There must be something wrong with us all,
We’ll never find the the beauty you saw.