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Joy, it’s simply delayed, it will come one day
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey
Depression’s obsession with choking the lights
Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs
It’s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights
But no reason to grasp, and reason it out
Lost again, flirting dead ends
Too many friends, one or two in the end
Empty bed filled with empty bets
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey
Depression’s obsession with choking the lights
Fighting umbrellas to rain on laughs
It’s pouring like whisky on damn Monday nights
But no reason to grasp, and reason it out
Lost again, flirting dead ends
Too many friends, one or two in the end
Empty bed filled with empty bets
Making love to the walls of forsaken hearts
Running, screaming feet are stalled
Mouth is open, there’s no sound at all
Nightmares repeating try to wake up
Shaking your head ’til the buzz stops
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words
Running, screaming feet are stalled
Mouth is open, there’s no sound at all
Nightmares repeating try to wake up
Shaking your head ’til the buzz stops
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no crown
They say that all is fine but your mind hurts and you smirk
To invert lines from heavy dirt and past flirts
You hid behind, so you find verbs to cure words
That tie you down, make you drown like a king with no joy
Joy it’s simply delayed, it will come one day
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey
When you see black, watch your back
Protect it from 360 attacks
Frames of mind can combine
The lowest of lows and highest of highs
Feelings lost and healings found
By the hints that your senses fence around
Making roads clear to freedom of steer
Joy it’s simply delayed, it will come one day
It’s late, it’s taking its time, maybe it’s lost its way
It hurts, to fake me a smile and sing to you this way
I close my eyes, and hope for a dream where skies are never grey
When you see black, watch your back
Protect it from 360 attacks
Frames of mind can combine
The lowest of lows and highest of highs
Feelings lost and healings found
By the hints that your senses fence around
Making roads clear to freedom of steer
You can only look rear to wink at your old fears
So jump! Skip-skip-skip away!
Float over the stumbles that block your way
Face the facts but don’t lack to act
Cuz, smack! They‘ll clap your ass
Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap!
Don’t clap like a mousetrap! Don’t clap like a mousetrap
So jump! Skip-skip-skip away!
Float over the stumbles that block your way
Face the facts but don’t lack to act
Cuz, smack! They‘ll clap your ass
Clap like a mousetrap! Clap like a mousetrap!
Don’t clap like a mousetrap! Don’t clap like a mousetrap
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