sometimes i think we self-convince ourselves that we're happy, in order to mask the fact that we're not.
a kind of personal hypocrisy if you ask me.
true story?
and you ask me what i want this year
and i try to make this kind and clear
just the chance that maybe we'll find better days
'cause i don't need boxes wrapped in strings
and designer love and empty things
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
so take these words
and sing out loud
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