Being Happy Is a Sin
My lips are sealed,my heart is killed,repression and depression,I won't relax after weeping,I have no dreams while I'm sleeping. If you want to know,how my life is,it's creepy,it's creepy.
I'm living in the shadows,I am drowned in the dark,I'm waiting for a century,a century for a spark.My days don't start with the song of a lark. If you want to know how are my days,and nights,they are dark,they are dark.
I'm searching for the happiness,which i have never seen,may be being happy,is a sin.
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