HAPPINESS
I was a sailor long before
I ever got to the sea
Before I saw the shore
I went looking for more
Impatiently I needed what
I couldn't have
I went looking for a second ocean
Before I even saw the shore
It got me feeling lonely
It got me feeling cold
Trying to make me whole
Trying to build a home
I never got to say goodbye
To the old me
The new one came along
And so did all the trees
And some of them brought shadows
Yea, they brought more than shade
To a yellow field already
In desperate need for rain
I'm drinking to stay sane
I now I'm not the same
Too fragile to stay honest
Too tough to ask for help
Perhaps I should've stopped it
Before it was to late
I've spent a lot of time on soul searching
In vein of course I know
I don't even know why
There's blood up on my wall
How did we get there
Are the voices actually real
Maybe I'm the problem
Maybe it's to late
But if I ever make it out
If I ever get old
I would climb another mountain
I would sail across the sea
I would make it back home
I would make it back in time
Happiness isn't real
If it's found
In a stimulant
And I don't know
How things got this bad
But I know
That things got to change
I ever got to the sea
Before I saw the shore
I went looking for more
Impatiently I needed what
I couldn't have
I went looking for a second ocean
Before I even saw the shore
It got me feeling lonely
It got me feeling cold
Trying to make me whole
Trying to build a home
I never got to say goodbye
To the old me
The new one came along
And so did all the trees
And some of them brought shadows
Yea, they brought more than shade
To a yellow field already
In desperate need for rain
I'm drinking to stay sane
I now I'm not the same
Too fragile to stay honest
Too tough to ask for help
Perhaps I should've stopped it
Before it was to late
I've spent a lot of time on soul searching
In vein of course I know
I don't even know why
There's blood up on my wall
How did we get there
Are the voices actually real
Maybe I'm the problem
Maybe it's to late
But if I ever make it out
If I ever get old
I would climb another mountain
I would sail across the sea
I would make it back home
I would make it back in time
Happiness isn't real
If it's found
In a stimulant
And I don't know
How things got this bad
But I know
That things got to change
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Writer(s): Filip Killander
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