It's quater after. It's not time for laughter. No smiles allowed! Its misery time, now. Complain, sulk, head down, lips pout. Keep shaking your head in doubt. Retreat, convert, obsess, over it all. You really don't want the feeling gone. Tell the world. Show the world. Wear it on your sleeve. Have fun in your moments of grief. Should I listen to you and all your ungratefulness? Should I be made to listen to your self-hatefulness? I can't, I won't. I'm not complying with your mood. Even if I try to be positive, you'll take it as being rude. Keep your appointment with misery, its what you really want, anyway!