Your Happiness Kills Me
I wonder how much love one person can give,
Without knowing that love isn't being given in return.
The work is hard,
Everyday trying to please the opposite sex,
Are you tired of being restless?
How do we know,
If your love is being used.
Do you believe in joy?
Dreaming quietly...
Would you?
Think of yourself as a toy.
Dreaming quietly of that...
What??
Wondering if you will ever find happiness.
Fairytales, stories, happy ending you heard as a child,
Feeling like a loser inside yet?
I am becoming beautiful outside now.
Ever wondered why?
Has the opposite sex turn you this way?
Has your long days of pleasing reached the end?
Or have you finally realized it was just pretend?
It might have been true,
Don't get me wrong.
I have heard the same song.
I think, I might, I could be, should I...
A thousand times,
I was tired of being restless,
My love was used...
Played with my heart,
As I was the biggest fool.
I do believe in joy,
When my happiness kills you.
Playing with what toy?
I'm poison,
I'm caring,
I'm passion,
I'm daring.
Happy that your happiness bleeds,
Your happiness won't kill me.
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