Your joy turns to madness within

The confines of space and time.

A place called:

Happiness. You'll hold me while I sleep,

Right? Loathing your grasp I wont,

I can't see your soul shining anymore.

I flail while mine beats

In time with yours, but somehow

I lag, lose synchronicity,

You aren't meant to be,

It's me. Don't you remember anymore?

We aren't meant to be.