Misery For Fun
Selling misery
in one form or another,
any way you can,
sell it to your brother.
Call it happiness.
Call it joy.
It's all the same package.
It's a dangerous toy.
Kicks and tricks just for the rush,
trading one for the other on the hush hush.
In a tug-of-war between need and greed,
what you do makes my heart bleed.
Suddenly you're alone
with snakes in your brain.
Misery for fun,
you're not the same.
Where is the sun?
Life is black.
Misery for fun,
will you ever come back?
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2002
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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