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.