Happiness is but a figment of the past,
It never seems, to ever last.
Joy is gone, away to lands anew
Anger and depression turn it blue.
All love has drained, from your face
The look of dread to be replaced
Never will the birds sing
There beautiful songs no more
What's the point of getting up?
There nothing to live for
Why look forward to the sun?
When it just brings the horrid day
Why, go through the motions?
Without ever having a say?
Going with the flow
Just isn't in my book
And from the way your acting
It's not by your look
So what do we do?
About our fate?
will we ever really change
Or will love die with this hate
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