At this moment Joy I'm not thrilled
Like you should expect me to be,
For your emotions are all over the place
And your beautiful smile knows not me.
And yes I have seen your other tears
That so happily pour down your face,
Dripping into a small pile on the floor
Those that are never tainted or laced.
Your poor soul shouldn't feel this way
Or should I stray upon your ruby lips,
For I'd rather have all of your riches
And all glamour that your life drips.
Your eyes shouldn't be this torn
Or never this ringing wet,
But I guess that's the end conclusion
When your heart and eyes are upset.
You have cried your poor eyes out
They're probably so numb they hurt,
So you lay to rest your falling soldiers
Upon your once dry pink poodle skirt.
I'm know I'm not what you'd wish for
Or what you ever wanted in your life,
For I'm living proof of desperate times
And my very name cuts like a knife.
I'm those rare tears you seldom see
The weak one's you shyly deploy,
Your teardrops that fall out of hate
I am but your unhappy tears of Joy.
