* Happiness Love Misery*
Happiness is a mystery
She walks on padded feet
I’d trick her and hold her here
But she’s onto me.
Love’s wandering free
Been trying to get her in my tree
But she’s elusive as only she can be
Dance for me misery
Dance for me
To hell with padded feet
This tree’s ours, so feel free.
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1 comment:
Nice one! Especially the melancholic bit at the end..
P.S: dont freak out coz of my incessant blabber. Just another crazy one roamin around!
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