Firstly,
Clasp a heart that’s black and grey
Once heard one might just lightly say
That one cannot live day on day
Without once wishing that one was dying
Secondly,
Drop a wish right into a pool
Your sick and twisted handy tool
To make such others seem a fool
Not through wrongness but through lying
Thirdly,
Fake a sigh and roll on strong
Make it quite but powerfully long
Not to cause hassle, to cause song
Since to forbid laughter is classed as nothing
Lastly,
Make sure everyone has been made cry
And God forbid if you didn’t try
As such luck would be a lie
Once you always make it out shining