Michael Jackson Testo

Happiness is a warm smoking gunI slowly turn around to face her,
to face what I have done.
Can barely hold open my eyes,
all I think about is sleeping
until I start to be alright.
She just wants to feel wanted,
all I wanna feel is something
inside of my dim little room I,
wake up in a panic,
this reoccurring dream I'm having
I haven't felt like myself in quite sometime.
It was yours, but I thought
that is was mine.
Standing on the street side
leave me I'm the last one
left with all the things that I've done.
for the longest time.
for the longest time.
now im tearing up these pages,
paragraphs with single spaces.
documented failures,
existence of our love.
can barely hold open my eyes,
but ill talk her down from loneliness,
its what i owe her right?
another seems to say,
look what she's done to me.
I'm not to proud of the person that you let me become,
I just wanted to feel wanted,
but i think that she's forgotten
so lets just see what happens next.
Standing on the street side
leave me I'm the last one
left with all the things that I've done.
for the longest time.
for the longest time.
and making the most of the things that we have and,
this isn't the way that I want it to be.
Happiness is a warm smoking gun.
Happiness is a warm smoking gun.
Happiness is a warm smoking gun.