| Ripped jacket with the stains on the surface
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| He was the kid that everyone was happy they weren’t
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| Sitting alone invisible to every passing person
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| Wondering what it would feel like to have a purpose
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| He never had a childhood
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| Forced to parent his own parents like no child should
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| His father is a veteran drowning his memories with liquor
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| And his mother’s taking pills that doctors give her but they only make her
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| sicker
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| With no sibling to walk through this stuff
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| No ends, no money, no friends, no buddies, he ain’t talking enough
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| He don’t put himself out there, he’s awkward too much
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| Well, who in his life would he learn confidence from?
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| And he sits behind me in class
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| One day I heard crying from the back
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| Finally I turned around and I asked
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| What was wrong
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| And the first time I heard his voice
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| He said
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| «All I know is pain, if this is life, what’s the point?
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| Show me what happiness is…»
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| His voice gloomy he looked through me he said
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| Show me where happiness is
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| Desperateness on his face
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| I didn’t know what to say
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| I couldn’t think
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| Show me where happiness is
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| He put his head down
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| And he didn’t make a sound
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| Show me where happiness is
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| And I just froze
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| Like I don’t even know…
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| Perfect makeup even though she don’t need the extra touch
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| She was the girl that every other girl was jealous of
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| Silky hair, blue eyes, thin body with
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| Curves, but her new clothes only cover parts of it
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| She’s almost looked at like a goddess to all
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| Attracts every pair of eyes when she walks through the hall
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| But she’s likable too, she’s not the one to gossip
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| Evident when you talk to her, she ain’t ever pompous
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| Wealthy home filled with knowledge and newness
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| She was the youngest out of 3 book smart students
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| And her parents were so proud, pride was all around her
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| But I always noticed something was a little off about her
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| She sits in front of me in class
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| One day I noticed heavy make up on her wrist when she passed papers back
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| After class, I approached her and I asked about it
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| «She said it don’t mean I have it if I’m around it
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| Show me where happiness is»
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| I looked into her eyes
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| I saw her for the first time
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| Show me where happiness is
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| I saw regret
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| She walked away in a sec
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| Her voice rang through my head
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| Show me where happiness is
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| I watched her walk away
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| She became another face
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| What she say?
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| Show me where happiness is
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| And I just froze
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| Like I don’t even know
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| I don’t know because I ask myself the same thing every single day
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| But every single answer has been vague
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| How come some appreciate the sun after the rain
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| While others just see the puddles as if nothing has changed?
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| And as I watch people living the life I couldn’t take, I wonder if they see a
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| way out to mentally
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| And as I watch people who live the life I idolize, I wonder what they feel and
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| what isn’t seen
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| As I watch my whole family take pills for depression I wonder what true
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| happiness really means
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| I wonder if because I’m genetically predisposed to it, that is the reason I
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| find myself feeling weak
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| Only sometimes, in and out
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| I guess it’s scarier when you don’t have a reason to be feeling down
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| Sometimes I just am
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| Sometimes I just feel no one will ever understand
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| Sometimes I wanna cry
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| Sometimes I want to crush my family’s so-called medication look in their eyes
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| And tell them they don’t need it as long we just have each other
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| But then sometimes I watch them suffer
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| I just wonder where happiness is
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| Show me where happiness is |