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Some people don't want you to be happy

Some people find happiness in misery 

Those sour souls glamour struck 

By the discontent in our hearts

The resentment in our eyes 

And the devils in our minds,

I scratch like cats in a fire box

At the window of my being 

But the passerby's all stare inside 

And tell a story about

Thoughts and prayers, 

The car idled all night long 

And the garage door never opened 

The air replaced with smog 

Surrounded the model citizen

Never quite fit to breath again- 

I guess he's sleeping in,

The world set me straight once because 

I had delusions of niceties that

Secluded the feeling of darkness from light

But they both occupy the same space 

And when things go right

The light gets all used up 

And then the dark

will have it's say