Happy
I wish I was young and still drinking
Where others would see my soul
And feelings were thought together
for shallowness meant to role
That all of my troubles were sexual
and life meant I'm easy that way
For others to see me as special
and happiness had it's say
That all of my time was as busy
as the work that I do today
When proudness was chaised for better
and loss was left making my way
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