Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happiness, artist - Token. Album song Eraser Shavings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Record label: Token
Song language: English
Happiness |
Ripped jacket with the stains on the surface |
He was the kid that everyone was happy they weren’t |
Sitting alone invisible to every passing person |
Wondering what it would feel like to have a purpose |
He never had a childhood |
Forced to parent his own parents like no child should |
His father is a veteran drowning his memories with liquor |
And his mother’s taking pills that doctors give her but they only make her |
sicker |
With no sibling to walk through this stuff |
No ends, no money, no friends, no buddies, he ain’t talking enough |
He don’t put himself out there, he’s awkward too much |
Well, who in his life would he learn confidence from? |
And he sits behind me in class |
One day I heard crying from the back |
Finally I turned around and I asked |
What was wrong |
And the first time I heard his voice |
He said |
«All I know is pain, if this is life, what’s the point? |
Show me what happiness is…» |
His voice gloomy he looked through me he said |
Show me where happiness is |
Desperateness on his face |
I didn’t know what to say |
I couldn’t think |
Show me where happiness is |
He put his head down |
And he didn’t make a sound |
Show me where happiness is |
And I just froze |
Like I don’t even know… |
Perfect makeup even though she don’t need the extra touch |
She was the girl that every other girl was jealous of |
Silky hair, blue eyes, thin body with |
Curves, but her new clothes only cover parts of it |
She’s almost looked at like a goddess to all |
Attracts every pair of eyes when she walks through the hall |
But she’s likable too, she’s not the one to gossip |
Evident when you talk to her, she ain’t ever pompous |
Wealthy home filled with knowledge and newness |
She was the youngest out of 3 book smart students |
And her parents were so proud, pride was all around her |
But I always noticed something was a little off about her |
She sits in front of me in class |
One day I noticed heavy make up on her wrist when she passed papers back |
After class, I approached her and I asked about it |
«She said it don’t mean I have it if I’m around it |
Show me where happiness is» |
I looked into her eyes |
I saw her for the first time |
Show me where happiness is |
I saw regret |
She walked away in a sec |
Her voice rang through my head |
Show me where happiness is |
I watched her walk away |
She became another face |
What she say? |
Show me where happiness is |
And I just froze |
Like I don’t even know |
I don’t know because I ask myself the same thing every single day |
But every single answer has been vague |
How come some appreciate the sun after the rain |
While others just see the puddles as if nothing has changed? |
And as I watch people living the life I couldn’t take, I wonder if they see a |
way out to mentally |
And as I watch people who live the life I idolize, I wonder what they feel and |
what isn’t seen |
As I watch my whole family take pills for depression I wonder what true |
happiness really means |
I wonder if because I’m genetically predisposed to it, that is the reason I |
find myself feeling weak |
Only sometimes, in and out |
I guess it’s scarier when you don’t have a reason to be feeling down |
Sometimes I just am |
Sometimes I just feel no one will ever understand |
Sometimes I wanna cry |
Sometimes I want to crush my family’s so-called medication look in their eyes |
And tell them they don’t need it as long we just have each other |
But then sometimes I watch them suffer |
I just wonder where happiness is |
Show me where happiness is |