Happiness was my friend.

This earth is such a happy place.
Everyone has a happy face.
To bury the sadness deep inside.
To forget about the loved ones who lied.
To cry all alone when no one's around.
To run the tradgedies into the ground.
To hate and love and be confused.
To destroy the feeling you're being used.

This world is a joyful square mile.
Everyone has a reason to smile.
To kill the hatred in your veins.
To ignore the curses and the names.
To listen to the half-dead heart.
To draw a picture of pretty art.
To make yourself sane once more.
To remember the happy days of yore.

This place is beautiful and without sin.
Everyone has a purpose to grin.
To live their lives without a care.
To shun the anger hiding there.
To clean their slate with water and soap.
To hide the razors and the rope.
To have cruelness inside and somewhere to keep it.
To die with a smile and a tragic secret.