Happiness seems like a distant memory
something i use to know
maybe use to remember
everything now is just muddled togeather
smothered by a blanket of darkness
now this i remember
i can feel it there
deep deep down
inside my being
it wants to come out
but it's this blanket of darkness
that just wont lift
it's keeping it all down
hidden so i cant see
everything that is good in this life of me
it's suppressing and controling
smothering and with holding
this feeling i know was meant to be
slowely dying slipping away
losing its will to ever be
as this blanket of darkness keeps its hold
keeping its element of control on me
i cant make it lift
let go of me
im slowely dying
why cant no one see
that this
this just isn't me
who i was meant to be
