Happiness is just outside of my window.
Or Is happiness a little more like knockin on my door
Well happiness feels like alot like sorrow but i tell myself to let it go.
Happiness was never mine to hold like firecrackers on my headbord
You say be myself and think of no other, can this be me?
My mind is made up and the girls is gone, I think im on my way
It hurts to live today.
Iv been waiting here so long, i see the black cloads coming around again
When i loose myself i think of you, Happines.
I see the smile, and hear the laugh once and awhile and i remember
Its not just a dream.
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