I long for peace and quiet from myself I’ve only ever felt sorrow and hollowed I creep around the gloomy streets Looking to find something that will defeat the somber Something to cure my ache and solve my headache Something to restore my pain and rid the fake He has a number of options to choose of emotions Longings of things that people have failed to have stolen Assortments of sadness, prosperity, anger, mild I spot my antidote behind the pile of fear A yellow jaw that reads ‘happiness’ is there Full of sparkles and wonders without any thunders This, is what I need right here