Fleeting moments of happiness
That's all I ever get
For the most part it's hurt pain and sadness
Consumed by self-doubt and regret
I've no real purpose or meaning
No cause imagination or worth
There's little hope of any resurrection
I've no interest in God or rebirth
I've nothing of value to hold on to
All my memories are painful and sore
Fleeting moments of happiness
That's all I ever get at my door
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