Everyone wants to be happy
It's not money they care about,
It's methods to stay in ecstacy,
That they want to find out.
Why do you think drugs are made?
Why do you think they want bad memories to fade?
Beacause all they want to be is happy.
The things that makes me happy are few,
But remember, One of them is you.
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Perception.
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