If you ask me what happiness is,
your smile under the sun,
but I'm always on the run,
like a shadow hiding from it's maker.
Like a snowflake,
becoming one with the cold, harsh ground,
I'm sucked into the masses.
The real name of love is definitely hatred,
hope is the parent of disappointment and despair,
since I've met you agony is the only thing left.
Loneliness is my only companion.
My heart is heavy,
I feel so very cold,
and your memories leave behind a bitter taste.
If you ask me what happiness is,
when this life is done,
maybe when this love is gone,
maybe when it's all over.
In the dark I feel you,
in the quiet I hear you,
but in the end I never see you.
Like a ghost you evade me.
Your lips are red just like the lies you tell me,
your heart empty like your promises,
and your soul like a vaccuum.
Colourless.
Black.
