Oh, this feeling.
I love it so.
Do not make me let it go.
Frolic and warmth.
Peace and hearth.
I empathize this merriment.
I need to take this little emotion,
And embrace it to my heart.
Letting myself take it in forever.
Oh, please i say.
Do not have this feeling disapear like the passing days.
Let me keepsake this precise,
Adorable thing we all need to cherish.
This fuzzy thing inside me.
I believe you'd call it Happy.
I am sick of your pethetic sorrow.
I wish to smile towards tomarrow.
I wish to never cry again.
I want to be able to Laugh from the real love indebt to me.
Why can't you get over your self-pity?
For It is the most annoying irritant, honestly.
Because that such curse abligates you to be blind.
To never see the simple things,
All the wonderful things that animate my smile.
Oh please, grab onto your joy.
It's slippery and foreign at first.
But soon enough you'll beg "More!"
But ofcorse, if you do not,
Your melancholy heart will only get worse.
And I will become to burst at my seams of burning remorse,
For I am utterly content
and batheing in merriment.
And if your slow reaction to grab your inner warmth
Attempts to ruin my new arisen sunny-ness
I shall shove you and your relations long away
to never agane
Take this wonderful, bless'ed feeling of touchy-feely.
Oh' don't you ever frown at me.
For this smile and tenderness is now mine.
Your stupid self-pity, I will not let it ruin.
I love it so.
Do not make me let it go.
Frolic and warmth.
Peace and hearth.
I empathize this merriment.
I need to take this little emotion,
And embrace it to my heart.
Letting myself take it in forever.
Oh, please i say.
Do not have this feeling disapear like the passing days.
Let me keepsake this precise,
Adorable thing we all need to cherish.
This fuzzy thing inside me.
I believe you'd call it Happy.
I am sick of your pethetic sorrow.
I wish to smile towards tomarrow.
I wish to never cry again.
I want to be able to Laugh from the real love indebt to me.
Why can't you get over your self-pity?
For It is the most annoying irritant, honestly.
Because that such curse abligates you to be blind.
To never see the simple things,
All the wonderful things that animate my smile.
Oh please, grab onto your joy.
It's slippery and foreign at first.
But soon enough you'll beg "More!"
But ofcorse, if you do not,
Your melancholy heart will only get worse.
And I will become to burst at my seams of burning remorse,
For I am utterly content
and batheing in merriment.
And if your slow reaction to grab your inner warmth
Attempts to ruin my new arisen sunny-ness
I shall shove you and your relations long away
to never agane
Take this wonderful, bless'ed feeling of touchy-feely.
Oh' don't you ever frown at me.
For this smile and tenderness is now mine.
Your stupid self-pity, I will not let it ruin.
