A Truly Happy Ending
Left alone, I'll destroy almost everything
Padded gloves don't provide sensitivity
Every little moment dealt
Stops shouting when it crashes down
Oh, what could be
Some simple chance for a bit of empathy, yeah
Never seen a truly happy ending
Make believe that you know
All the things that you've been thinking
Never seen, never been in a truly happy ending
Gets so close but it always just falls apart
Now I found things won't work out so well for me
Good luck lies no longer than a smile
Any piece of chance I found
Got swallowed up in years of doubt
That still hangs off me
I got it bad so stay back or else you'll catch it
Never seen a truly happy ending
Make believe that you know
All the things that you've been thinking
Never seen, never been in a truly happy ending
Gets so close but it always just falls apart
I can't be patient all the time
Come and put your hopes up next to mine
Never seen a truly happy ending
Make believe that you know
All the things that you've been thinking
Never seen, never been in a truly happy ending
Gets so close but it always just falls apart
Never seen a truly happy ending
Make believe that you know
All the things that you've been thinking
Never seen, never been in a truly happy ending
Gets so close but it always just falls apart
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