Happiness doesn't seem to agree with me
It teasingly creeps in
ensnares tantalizingly
and treacherously squashes then
what little I’ve got left in my hands
Happiness really doesn't seem to agree with me
Love doesn't seem to agree with me
It tiptoes in beaming
tightens it's tentacles
and twists them choking then
what little I’ve got left in my heart
Love really doesn't seem to agree with me
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