Non excistence happiness
is burning unreturned desire
I sent as a present for you
while I was walking wastelands
Angels above are laughing
while I'm shrinking to ashes
living is easy, have I forgot what's easy
while I was walking wastelands
Painting an emergency room picture
gaining everything but love
Walking high then stepping booby trap
gaining nothing else but pain
My mirror image is rotting
while I'm in misery, watching
you wasn’t there, while I was suffering
while I was walking wastelands
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