I have got everything to be happy
But I keep boiling with envy
I keep complaining about everything
My body, the weather and all those little things
I will be studying at uni
I had the choice from my birth on
And I love maths, don't get me wrong
But it won't fulfill my heart's stupid ache for melodies
And they tell me
"You've got a roof to sleep under
Why the hell can't you be f*cking happy?
You've got food on your plate everyday"
But I've got so much more than food on this very plate
We've tried plenty of pills
Little happiness capsules changing my brain
But nothing ever works it all seems vain
And I never get this joyful thrill
We all always assume
"She's got a job and a boyfriend
She is obviously happy and content"
But you don't know her, maybe her world, it never blooms
Sadness is a matter of brain chemistry
It's like the shape of your body
It's not because you suffered more than me
That I have to be happy
And they tell me
"You've got a roof to sleep under
Why the hell can't you be f*cking happy?
You've got food on your plate everyday"
But I've got so much more than food on this very plate
They tell me
I should be happy
Come on, it's easy
(be happy)