Word play
Happy days go by so fast
Happy days, they never last
Happy faces happy laughs
Now they're memories and past
Crying seems to last forever
Crying, seams are getting severed
Lying down under the cover
Lying: done. The truth is covered
Saying all is well and fine
Say and do things as assigned
Looking for what's mine to find
Looking forward down the line
Writing poems, singing songs
The right things are left. They're wrong.
Right? Things just might not belong.
Come with me and sing along