The Price We Pay
Sometimes unhappiness is the price we gotta pay.The cost of living, just to see another day.
I've paid untill I'm poor,
and they still got their hands out for more.
It seems like happiness,
is just another luxury I can't afford.
My pockets are empty, yet I'm rich with misery.
Pain and strife, all come free in my life.
Yes, it's true what they say,
Sometimes this is just the price we have to pay.
But I've paid all my debts
and still ain't found happiness yet.
So can you tell me,
exactly how much does happiness cost?
Because I'm willing to give all that I've got.
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