To be happy is a distant thought
A washed up memory that never really exsisted
Lost in my soul from a place far far away
Dark and cold it lays
Never to return or see the light of day
My whole life I wanted to be happy
But now I'm just content.
Content knowing my destiny is to be a slave to life
Never live. Never have meaning. Never be happy.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
To be happy is a distant thought
A washed up memory that never really exsisted
Lost in my soul from a place far far away
Dark and cold it lays
Never to return or see the light of day
My whole life I wanted to be happy
But now I'm just content.
Content knowing my destiny is to be a slave to life
Never live. Never have meaning. Never be happy.
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