Happy, More Than Happy

I love how the night is silent,
glass full of whiskey,
i knew that you did pretend,
i love that sad time,
all the tears,
through your lies,
you pour to stars,
from your painful eyes.

I know,
i will never give up on my life,
every time i am lonely in the night,
when the most lovely thing to me is knife,
i put it in front of my heart,
but i can not push it more than that,
some reasons are unknown,
some acts are vain.

But i am happy, more than happy,
but baby, not this baby,
it feels so right with that false smile,
fucking good to act so cold,
i just let it go, let it go.

It's quite hard to forget,
that shadow-smoked past,
perhaps it should not be forgotten,
rather forgiven,
looks like a happy funeral,
grave has to be great enough,
to put those wounds of time in,
lock them into ground and run.

It's a common to shed a tear,
for past life,
i can not find a single pearl,
to roll down from my eyes,
i died once, now i can not more,
i wish you the best,
in your frozen cigarette past,
now, rest in peace.