There's no such thing as happiness,
When there isn't any rain,
There's no such thing as perfect love,
If there isn't any pain,
Pure silver's made of rusting gold,
And gold is made of lies,
The different sides of truth and love,
Can come as a surprise,
The candlelight can mask the words,
We really need to say,
When desperate to understand,
The inherent need to stay,
To stay someplace where nothing's left,
Where nothing comes out right,
To keep a life away from those,
You only see at night,
The rings are dented; tarnished,
But perfect in your dreams,
There's no such thing as normal,
When nothing's what it seems.
thanks if you read it at all, and if you tell me what's wrong with it and how to fix it
