Unhappily happy, Joyously sad
Hopelessly hopeful, bitterly glad
These are the things that fill up my day
Unsure as to why this game I must play
For joyously sad that life is to be
Unhappily happy, no peace I see
Mixed up in ways only I seem to know
Others assure me this isn't so
For this illness within, is an illness without
Cures, knowledge of ways to get out
Out of my system, out of my mind
Well, out of my mind is where I am all the time
But the illness seems stuck within me, it's true
So, hopelessly hopeful we'll do away with the blue
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