Hideaway In Advance

Some way to be When the next thing comes along To find some way To explain what we think we need Is it an excuse to blame the world For what we refuse to see Unhappy Unhappy All the erksome things which count so much All those things which then cost so much Come to lay out your heart In thier ditch of troubled speach Unhappy the lie which hides behind The smile in every greeting And there's the blame It keeps on accusing The sorry selfs hypocrisy And no-one else can see A buried bone Is one to exhume When we feel the need A bitter seed Of judgements reprehensible Impropriety Do we feel its greed Consuming all the moments When from its glooming addiction We are freed Be Unhappy Unhappy It kick starts all those reasons not to smile Etching your days with its denial Never been Not ever when Can't remember if you can Happy Unhappy Swirls around the reasoned why Taints the edge of tears we cry Infiltrates and burdens now Changes every cause to be......... Having to believe in its reality So involved in what you think and feel Unhappy Not the compass of any other persons Point of view Not of something Which has anything at all To do with you Unhappy Is written in our face And it writes itself into our eyes A slow motion response Wanting to define our lives No moderation of its sadness As it alters the breathing heaviness Curling up its tightness Within your chest Unhappy As it kick starts all the reasons not to smile Unhappy echoes on the irony Languishing in its contemptuous laugh Scratching at the days with its denial Never seen Not even when Forgetting that ever once could be So Happy