Cup of Pity
With this cup in my hand
I quaff a drink of deception
This is ridiculous
Pitty party should not rest in my lexicon
Unanswered phone calls while the moon smiles
Stars shine bright, while my soul is tinted
Happiness can't be bought,
but it damn sure can be rented
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