Jolly world so small and naive,
but silent quarters I crave,anguish, agony, I ask for,
battling alone the internal war,
I don't ask for smiles and flowers,
I don't want any happy hours,for all will end in a sinful wave,
so the lonely quarters I crave,
take me past the right and wrong,
take me where I belong.Giggles and laughs are meant for the brave,
so the gloomy quarters I crave,I don't fit in the careless and free,
brights and positives, not meant for me,
I don't want the merry ordinary,
dark and dreary are my glee,for no shattered pieces to collect and save,
the dingy quarters I crave,
for there is left no tough and strong,
take me where I belong.Let me build my misery cave,
for the self tormenting quarters I crave,the burden, the self loathe, the frustration,
an epitome of self devastation,
the vexation, the anger,
putting the blissful bubbles in danger,for I am a walking, talking grave,
a little, solitary tomb I crave,
begging, pleading all the song,
take me where I belong,
take me where I belong.---------------------------------------------------------
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