| Happy hurts sometimes, Oh
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| Blame it on the monsters in my mind
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| I’ve been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts? |
| Happy hurts
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| This on again off again temperamental affection
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| For my darling depression is making me go mad
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| I hear there’s a fine line between crazy and sad
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| But i can’t tell a difference up close
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| There’s a lot of us you know, ill and un-diagnosed
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| But i don’t need a piece of paper to tell me what i already know
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| I’m not alright for tonight can we let that be alright?
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| Pick up the battle again in the morning light
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| And I’m fighting so hard to come out of the dark
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| Trying to turn off the night finally let in the light
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| Trying to make my misery just a piece of my history
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| A little less victim a little more victory
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| Happy hurts sometimes, Oh
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| Blame it on the monsters in my mind. |
| Oh
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| I’ve been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts? |
| Happy hurts
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| So today i feel okay guess it was all just in my head
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| I just need to try harder i guess…
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| Yeah everyone else in the world seems to be doing alright
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| «Yeah i’m alright» for tonight can we let the pain and the happy mix?
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| Can the two coexist? |
| The beauty next to the mess
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| Because i swear i have them both already beating in my chest
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| If that makes me crazy the numbers don’t lie
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| But i don’t call that crazy i call that being alive
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| And I’m fighting so hard to come out of the dark
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| Trying to turn off the night finally let in the light
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| Trying to make my misery just a piece of my history
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| A little less victim a little more victory please
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| Happy hurts sometimes, Oh
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| Blame it on the monsters in my mind. |
| Oh
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| I’ve been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts? |
| Happy hurts
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| [Bridge[
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| If i had to pick between the way that i am and the way that everybody else
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| seems to pretend
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| I wouldn’t consider it not for even a second between psycho and sanity it’s not
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| even a question
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| My favorite part of my self seems to make the least sense, all the cracks in my
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| skin they just let the light in
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| My favorite part of my self seems to make the least sense
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| All the cracks in my skin let the light in
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| Happy hurts sometimes, Oh
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| All i want’s the one thing i can’t find
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| I’ve been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts?
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts?
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| I’ve been getting better at slowly getting worse, oh
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| What’s wrong with me when happy hurts?
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| Happy hurts |