I buried myself in music

and I'm ecstatic by my own world

but SICK is all I can feel

Sick of the love

Sick of the hatred

Death was the only thing on my mind

Even when I'm surrounded by contentment

There's no reason at all

I just need a rendezvous

The urge to get away

and leave everything behind

Everything that I have

I thought would bring me happiness

When I had it what did I really felt?

Define happy, I'm not sure if I really feel it?

was it just a 1 time feeling?