Tekst: own

If you want to be happy:

don't love, *Don't love*

don't trust, *Don't trust*

or you'll be bitterly disappointed,

oh you'll be disappointed,

*people are who they are,*

*people are who they are.*

This world is constructed

so that those

whom we love,

whom we trust,

unfortunately disappoint

and break our heart,

and it fucking hurts...

it hurts terribly...

*you'll suffer,*

*you'll suffer.*

Later, when confronted,

they naturally deny everything,

squirm like little chicks,

they'll pretend they care,

but that's not true,

that's not true.

A broken heart

cannot be mended.

These sweet talks,

are far too little

to forgive,

far too little

to trust.

So we pretend

everything's okay,

but it is what it is,

it is what it is.

Pain, despair, and torment,

but we smile,

even though we're

not laughing at all,

because it is what it is,

because it is what it is.

It will never be

like it was before,

*never, ever*

*never, ever.*

There are also beings

who draw pleasure

from your suffering,

who'll gladly slip in

to take your place,

oh they exist...

believe me,

they do...

oh they exist...