Happy little trees
They said to write happy things
Not sad depressing things
But it's harder to imagine what's not happening
Than to write about what is
And all I see is the black smoke and despair
The worry in people's eyes cause that's the only thing you can see.
We can't see the expressions or the smiles, only the emotions hiding in their eyes
The windows to the soul
Pretending that everything is fine
Not sad depressing things
But it's harder to imagine what's not happening
Than to write about what is
And all I see is the black smoke and despair
The worry in people's eyes cause that's the only thing you can see.
We can't see the expressions or the smiles, only the emotions hiding in their eyes
The windows to the soul
Pretending that everything is fine
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