Twisted words, a tale to carry, ignoring their fateful impact.
Manipulate for your immediate good.

Tell me, does it please you to harm?

Cold and empty, I need your charity.
How I wish I could fly so I could find my clarity.

Wanting to write joy
To appease the need to please.
My words so fake, my body so ill.
Joy, who are you? Where do you come from?

There you are, in a little one's laugh.

My laugh is lost, my smile a facade.
The policeman says "You won't do it, you're not nuts."
I smile, my cheeks dimple.....
My mask in place I wonder again,
Who are you Joy?
Where are you

My favorite sound, the fall of rain.
Beating down, echoing my pain.
Cold and wet,
I huddle in reluctant shelter
Praying this dark cloud will pass,
and I'll find my centre.

All I want is to say goodbye.
All I want is just to die.
Happiness flirts with me,
Then turns it's back.
I've lost myself,
Will I ever come back?