My eyes ran out of glee to mourn you
and they called me heartless.
You always have to pay a part of your happiness to do the drug of sorrow.
The most addictive of all.
But lately I am too broke to afford it..
And my addiction is getting worse
It's hard to breathe, so hard to breathe..
Please let me borrow some of yours.
Give me just a little bit of your gaiety, so that I can afford this drug again.
I promise, I would just do it once...
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