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As the sun rises
My insomaniac soul,
Gets ready to face,
Yet another Melancholic day
I never seem to be happy
New beginnings for me, don't exist
New beginnings are as real as good luck charms
New beginning are a facarde
I am alienated
Even though I'm surrounded by "friends"
Feeling like the country mouse
Who visited the city
I'm scared of happiness
Happiness only brings sorrows
I feel at peace with depression
Depression is hapiness
I shall be like this
Until I return to Him
My soul standing before Him
Only then will I be happy
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As the sun rises
My insomaniac soul,
Gets ready to face,
Yet another Melancholic day
I never seem to be happy
New beginnings for me, don't exist
New beginnings are as real as good luck charms
New beginning are a facarde
I am alienated
Even though I'm surrounded by "friends"
Feeling like the country mouse
Who visited the city
I'm scared of happiness
Happiness only brings sorrows
I feel at peace with depression
Depression is hapiness
I shall be like this
Until I return to Him
My soul standing before Him
Only then will I be happy
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