Every day i have to choose

between happiness or death

somedays the choice is easier than others

the more happy i am

the less i wanna die

the more i wanna die

the less happy i am

we are not talking about a literally death

but a metaphorical one

do i choose to have my feelings die?

or be happy living in blissful ignorance

happiness or death

every night i have to make that choice

either i grab a knife to murder my love

or i go to my bed to dream with my love