Isn't it nice?

Isn't it nice to laugh away every mistake?
Isn't it nice to close our eyes for the times that test how much we can take?
Isn't it nicer to see a face with a laugh upon it as a shield, than see a tear that makes you realise that the wounds are still not healed.
Isn't it nice to look for the comfort in our madness?
Isn't it nice to see someone live without the pain you feel and the attached sadness?
Isn't it nice that we all try to make up for our little failures and flaws?
Isn't it nice to know your friends while you struck another men's back with a knife and you sharp claws. Isn't it nice to search for satisfaction in our head?
Isn't it nice to feel the memory of a person long gone, long dead?
I still hope it comes back, the world before it made me a man.
I know that world will never be, never be again.