Happy Song

i could write a happy song

about everything i have

i could say that i am fine

and how everythings alright

but it would all be a lie

when the closest ones to me

end up the hardest ones to find

hope is the only consilation

but im running low on time



i might smile and laugh for you

i can pretend everythings fine

i could live amongst pictures

let them come alive on my walls

we'll talk of all the good times

but what the hell would it do

when everything they mean

has been gone and left behind

oh and im running low on time



i could love you even more

and you could leave me again

and i could love again once more

this might go on all my life

as everyone just passes by

whos ever gonna notice

when no one has the time

hopes my only consilation

but im running low on time



smile, they're watching you

laugh with me everythings fine

go to sleep and think things over

wake up, its the same everytime

wake up to the new world

wake up, its the same everytime

go to sleep and maybe tommorrow..

hopes my only consilation

but im running low on time

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The cure for repetitious living traps. Make something happen. ~A~
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Yes, indeed. Perhaps the only

Yes, indeed. Perhaps the only cure.