Happiness...hard to describe. It's a temporary thing, comes and goes whenever It wants. Changing like the way of the wind, and you are not able to chase It because It's faster than you.

I can feel down from so few...and I'm so sorry about it. And you are right, If I am the painkiller, the extasy and every other sintetic happiness for you, I shouldn't complain anymore. But It's a part of my nature, that covered things can hurt me. :(

Anyway, that strange alcohol, the doss with you and the beautiful words helped a lot, especially the words.

Chris Martin knows better:Now I never meant
To do you wrong
That's what I came here to say

But if I was wrong
Then I'm sorry
I don't let it stand in our way

As my head just aches
When I think of
The things that I shouldn't have done

But, life is for living
We all know
And I don't wanna live it alone