I just wanted a happy time to come and once I finally have it, they tear it away. They took away from me a happiness, I fear, but what they did not take from me were the memories so terribly dear. Now I hold them in my heart locked away for safe-keeping to look upon at my leisure and cry over with remorse. But why I cry, I don't exactly know. For the thing they took away, my love, my happiness, can't be bought or paid for or traded for a pretty price. And in times to come, love and happiness will again be taken And in time the hurt will diminish and I will forget the hurt and betrayal of so-called friends of old.