Sometimes happiness feels like indulgence.

Don't find it because it hurts too much when it's lost.

Why is the evilest one who's supposed to show a kind hand?

The one with the power of the whisper to injure the most,

Danger in silence and fear of words,

Too much to wish for—too out of reach to meet halfway.

Sometimes happiness feels like indulgence.

Does it have to be earned? Is its cost too high?

A punishment bestowed upon the insecure.

A few have some and the rest have nothing.

The higher they reach the farther they fall.

The closest is trusted least of all.

Sometimes happiness feels like indulgence.

Stay your hand—you're not welcome here.

Threats are not for amusement or revenge.

Expectations don't match fate.

Perhaps expectations are indulgence

Because fate is where the truth lies.