Hang on...I think I have something around here somewhere that explains my life most of the time.
Ah, here it is.
Ah, here it is.
Do you want happiness? Do you want the secret I've been using for years just to cope? It's very simple. Be Happy.
Cute girl isn't interested? Be happy. Cat dies? Be happy. Fail exam? Just be happy. No matter what happens, tell yourself that. Be happy. Smile as you spend another night alone, when you see the one girl who might have made you happy in someone else's arms; against their lips. Smile.
Because the mind is quite a powerful thing. If you keep this up long enough, soon, you will truly convince yourself that you're happy. You can go to work, school, or college, and no matter what happens that day, you'll still be happy. Only in the early hours of the morning will the reality of it start to sink in, but you can just ignore it. Who's around to see your facade fall at 2am? No one, because god forbid they see the sad, self loathing person you are behind the mask -no, mask is not the right word.
It's not just a mask of a smile that you keep up, anyone could do that. You can go about your day and be genuinely happy, with this new demeanour, you can have friends again; and who knows, there may even be a girl who starts to show interest. You're actually happy. Until you're at home of course, at 2am, with no friends, or cute girl to keep you mind off itself. That's when you start to remember how sad you are. You have time to think about everything in your life, and you remember why you shouldn't be happy. But of course, the next morning comes with a whole new set of distractions and you can feel happy again.
It's 2am, and I feel like dying.
Cute girl isn't interested? Be happy. Cat dies? Be happy. Fail exam? Just be happy. No matter what happens, tell yourself that. Be happy. Smile as you spend another night alone, when you see the one girl who might have made you happy in someone else's arms; against their lips. Smile.
Because the mind is quite a powerful thing. If you keep this up long enough, soon, you will truly convince yourself that you're happy. You can go to work, school, or college, and no matter what happens that day, you'll still be happy. Only in the early hours of the morning will the reality of it start to sink in, but you can just ignore it. Who's around to see your facade fall at 2am? No one, because god forbid they see the sad, self loathing person you are behind the mask -no, mask is not the right word.
It's not just a mask of a smile that you keep up, anyone could do that. You can go about your day and be genuinely happy, with this new demeanour, you can have friends again; and who knows, there may even be a girl who starts to show interest. You're actually happy. Until you're at home of course, at 2am, with no friends, or cute girl to keep you mind off itself. That's when you start to remember how sad you are. You have time to think about everything in your life, and you remember why you shouldn't be happy. But of course, the next morning comes with a whole new set of distractions and you can feel happy again.
It's 2am, and I feel like dying.