Happy
When I’m all alone
I try to kill the thought of you
Assuring myself
You’re just a ghost passing through
And now that you’re here with me
I feel the need to soar and fly
Only thing is:
I’d much rather crawl away and die
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to fool myself
I don’t want to feel the pressure
Of putting on a heaven in hell
I don’t want to be your angel
I don’t want to face the growth
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want the aching truth
You never saw me in your stride
As I smiled wide in my heavenly hide
Believing in myself without a chance
Not able to grasp this ghostly romance
You smoked me like a cigarette
Burning out my love, leaving butts of regret
And all the time I laugh and smile
As you see right through me all the while
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to live a lie
I don’t want to feel your leisure
As I crumple down to die
I don’t want to disappoint you
I don’t want to show and tell
I just want to see you happy
Just leave me in the dark to dwell
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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