Happiness is a myth

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I am still picking up the pieces
Lost a couple of them
I lost them.
The pieces of my broken heart,
my broken soul, my broken mind.

Even a sorry wouldn't mend it.
Even a sorry wouldn't help it.
(maybe i like it)
I know i was guilty
but somebody should've helped me.

I was sailing a sinking ship
falling in an endless pit
trailing nothing but me, just me.
Don't you know happiness is a myth
but seems like nobody believes it.

I am scared of those footsteps 
I am scared of those deeds
I am scared of those howlings
I am scared of those breeze.

Is the world too big
or am i just shrinking
or have i become Alice?

Is it just me 
or it's still not morning?
Is it just me, or
the nightmare's really returning?
I am scared that I'll see 
him there, see him back.

I am scared of those
voices that echo all night
I am scared of what's 
waiting outside.
I am scared of those shadows
and scared of those things-
that won't go out of sight.

I am just scared of me.
I can't help but pity
...ah, it sucks to be me.


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