The quick rush of dopamine
Makes us our own best friends.
And when time is gone
We feel unstopable for a minute second.
But then the crash hits hard and we go back in time.
To our own selves,
It was good while it lasted.
Oh we feel so happy yet so hungover.
My father said that's the reason why we should still be alive.
Is that a lie or does every human have a different perspective?
My reason of being is to create and live in other worlds.
Oh happiness,
How do you work?
Why don't you come
When it's dark and night,
And pouring rain outside my sheets
And I'm soaking wet.
The quick rush of dopamine,
Can kill our best friends.