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"HappiLessness", by Chris
Copyright © March 10, 2001, Age 17
(This is the chorus)
Where is happiness?
Is it in some far away land?
I wish I could buy
And have ready supply.
Forget the mess,
I prefer to rest in happilessness.
Why is it so hard to reach out and obtain?
Before your hand gets there it’s gone like the rain.
Where do you turn when there is nothing left to feel?
When you’ve hidden your reactions
And "true inner" feelings away for so long,
And for anyone to see (your feelings) would be so wrong.
Where is happiness?
Is it in some far away land?
I wish I could buy
And have ready supply.
Forget the mess,
I prefer to rest in happilessness.
You’re like a lone turtle,
Who just pulls his head into shelter?
At the slight chance of danger (conflict).
You think if you close your eyes it will all go away,
You try to think of a happier day.
You think another is coming soon,
Then you remember you haven’t had one since last June.
You have had a good time here and there,
But inside you are just rotting and trying not to care.
There is no other way to go,
Your left with that feeling you can’t swallow.
Where is happiness?
Is it in some far away land?
I wish I could buy
And have ready supply.
Forget the mess,
I prefer to rest in happilessness.
You sit in your room late at night,
You agonize, hurt, fear loneliness and give your last bit of might,
To fight that tear from streaming down your face,
What great ecstasy it would feel, to let it all out
To let yourself free and throw away
The callus demon who has embodied you for days.
To be yourself and say how you feel,
To not be afraid to show fears.
Nights after Nights and rivers of tears,
Best unspoken about and left on a path un-beat (unwalked)
And evaporated in your bed sheet
For anyone to find out would hint
The slightest bit of weakness.
Where is happiness?
Is it in some far away land?
I wish I could buy
And have ready supply.
Forget the mess,
I prefer to rest in happilessness.
Every soldier needs relieve
Needs a break from battle,
Needs a chance to rest his war worn body,
But when you are eternally fighting yourself
In a battle you can never win,
You fight to your death,
Whether by Gods will or man's wish,
The only way out is execution of self.
To give up the fight.
Goodnight
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