Happy words are hard to find
There must be something wrong
Thoughts turn down darkest paths
I must give a little whistle to find my song
A gloomy day and rain clouds loom
It's time for drastic measures
Open inner eye and let subconscious speak
It's time for guilty pleasures
Walking down the icy street
Misfortune spread across our land
Despite the mood my heart skips a beat
When I feel you take my hand
The eerie silence of self doubt
Broken by the sound of my kids laughing
Bursting noxious bubbles
When I fart while I am bathing
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