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