I remember what it was like to be happy,
I see it in little snatches, like looking through a window in a house,
Curtains back, and light pouring outside the house,
"You look so happy," they say. "It's good to see you smiling for a change."
But the happiness they see is a fleeting thing, for soon,
The curtains are drawn,
The house goes dark,
And I am alone again with my thoughts.