They all say happiness fills you up --
I don't know how this feels,
It's not happiness that fills my cup
But something that feels much more real.
It takes hold and becomes a part of me.
A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less,
I am split in two and want to flee.
Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess)
It's her, it's her, it's why I go.
She's all I need, all I want to know.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
They all say happiness fills you up --
I don't know how this feels,
It's not happiness that fills my cup
But something that feels much more real.
It takes hold and becomes a part of me.
A poignant poisonous part, but a part none the less,
I am split in two and want to flee.
Only -- one half does. (he can watch it later I guess)
It's her, it's her, it's why I go.
She's all I need, all I want to know.
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