Happiness is not a place, it’s a state of mind.
It’s serenity in chaos, that so few can ever find.
And why is it the tempests toil and destroy our brains?
These hurricanes smashing us, emotionally it drains.
For failure, I had it coming. Fate seems set on this.
Somewhere in the Universe, my Destiny was to go amiss.
Flames are burning my walls down, while I’m still locked inside.
Somewhere in this madness, it’s a miracle I haven’t died.
I know where Happiness isn’t, and I don’t pursue the wrong door.
Somehow now I’m finding flashes of hope, in this miserable downpour.
Anyone listening…. Someone please stop the madness screaming in my head.
I’m coming to terms with the reality, the world would be better were I dead.
The grief that I spent three years running, just to end up back here.
The anguish that no matter how far I ran, you showed up in the mirror.
Well I’m done! I can’t take this anymore.
After all the years of hurting you’ve left me with this score.
Why am I doomed to roam the earth in pain betraying?
Is this my Karma? For all of my sins is this how I am paying?
Oh foolish child was I! I was so frail, and sin so strong.
All the penance of earth wont cover my shame and wrong.
Somewhere down this frustrating road there must be a glimmer of relent.
A pin-prick of good fortune which could only be Heaven sent.
Maybe I’ll find it. Perhaps in all my troubles I wont.
Until then, someone promise to bury me in satin if I don’t.