Happiness
I reach out when I have a confessionI reach out in desperationI reach out when no one is listeningSo I could looking for the next best thing
Happiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallowHappiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallow
I feel them judging on me for their own pleasureIf they really knew they’d know betterThat I’m the one who caves under pressureWhen desperate times call for desperate measures
Happiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallowHappiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallow
I know there’s got to be some peace in meBut I can’t find itI get so sick of looking
Happiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallowHappiness straight from the bottleWhen real life’s too hard to swallow
Too hard to swallow