My Heart Is Happy

My Heart Is Happy ballad

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My heart is happy
Even when I can’t be there
My heart is happy
Even when you can’t see me
My heart is happy
Even when you can’t hear my name
My heart is happy
Sometimes I am lost in thought
Will it ever come to past?
The love I cherish
Is it really possible?
Sometimes waiting is lonely
Clinging on what is not possible
Is heart breaking
I really want this happiness in my heart to last
What must I do for it to last?
I must hang on to fate
Whenever I look up to the sky at night
And I see the stars
It makes me realized that you are a star
That is beyond my reach
It makes me realize
That I can only watch you
The way I see stars from afar
But still
My heart is happy
Whenever I think of putting an end
To this feelings
That makes me look like a fool
Instead of it coming to an end
My heart becomes more happy
The more I try
My heart becomes more happy
Then I realized that this happiness can’t be stopped
I have to embrace it
Tomorrow could be my lucky day
It could be a day that this happiness will be accepted
A day I will realize that my heart never fooled me
A day I will realize that the happiness is real
My heart is happy
My heart is happy.

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