Unhappiness

Unhappiness comes with a curious glance
At the things you've turned into a mess
Thinking it would be for the best
Unhappiness comes with a curious glance
At the words you wrote into a mess
Breaking and cutting and throwing you down
'cause you were nowhere to be found

Unhappiness is when you're mind's saying this:
"You are but a mess
Thinking you could turn things to the best"
Unhappiness is when you feel the kiss
Of darkness deep upon you
Breaking and cutting and throwing you down
'cause heaven's nowhere to be found
 
Unhappiness rules in the darkest of schools
The one you can't go without
Turning every fact into doubt
Unhappiness rules when you read the news
They're keeping the good things away
Breaking and cutting and throwing you down
'cause common sense ain't to be found
'cause common sense ain't to be found

Unhappiness plays with your memory
Until you are telling yourself
That everything has turned to the worse
Unhappiness play all kinds of tricks
On you to convince you it's true
That nobody in this whole goddamn world
Ever understood you
That nobody in this whole goddamn world
Ever understood you
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