You won’t dream, or ache, or be brokenhearted,
You’ve decided, you’ve already decided
You quietly endure, tightly grasping yesterday in your fist
And the sweeter the memories the more they hurt,
The more they leave numerous and profound cuts in your hand
You’re not truly happy, your smile is just a disguise you wear
You’ve decided not to hate, and decided not to love,
Your soul forever locked away
This world laughs, and so you laugh along with everyone
As though survival is a requirement, not your choice,
And so in tears you drift and stumble on
You’re not truly happy, your smile is just a disguise you wear
You’ve decided not to hate, and decided not to love,
Your soul forever locked away
You’re not truly happy, your wounds are unwilling to be completely healed
I stand beside you but it’s like we’re separated by a galaxy,
Will you tightly hold your remorse until you’ve grown old, and then still regret
You deserve true happiness, you should pull off that disguise you wear
Why after loss must you also be penalized
Can you let your agony end at this moment, and start to live again
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