Is it enough, to be, happy?
I want to be loved, so dance with me.
And I call it, new misery.
Of our history
You're growing a halo.
Yeah, you haven't changed.
Face of a new born.
And I call it, new misery.
And I call it, new misery.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't help to figure out.
As you only care about yourself.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't help to figure out
As you slowly fade
And it comes as no surprise
There are somethings that you hide
