Grief My Old Friend
Each step taken for me is hard
I see him in the dark, so I know to run
I scream, because I know, I won't make it far
Nearly saying that, I know he sees me
Run! Run!
Out of breath and I fall, yet I can't stop falling
Oh no, for that means that he's found me
My dear old friend Grief
I thought I hid from you
But I guess you know your cue
Stop it!
You get me trouble!
I know she's gone, but I can bring her back
But why would she leave me
If only I spent more time with her
But no! She's really gone, I need her back
I need to get her back!
Grief, old buddy, thank you, but I must be going
I need to find my dear old lover Happiness
For she is gone and its now my mission to recover this stolen possession
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