I've been so sad for so long
I don't remember being happy
I've been like this since I can remember
I can't envision away the crappy
Can I even get any better
Or am I at my capacity
Is there any point to self-improvement
If it'll just be worse
Will I like who I am if I'm happy
Or will it be a curse
Is that shit even worth trying
Or will I leave in a hearse
And if I was happy
What would people think of me
What would I say to them
Who would I be
And if I was happy
How the hell would I sing
How the hell would I write songs
That weren't annoying
Cause truth is
I don't wanna write a love song
But I still wanna be in love
And truth is
I use my sadness for fuel
It motivates me to sing
And truth is
I hate all these f*cking songs
But if I didn't sing them I'd amount to nothing
And truth is
I'd like to be happy
Please let me be
Please let me be
Please let me be
Be happy