If happy is an emotion and emotional is me, where oh where would happy be?
See I cry too much, and if you're lucky I'll scream.
Is this a weakness, or simply just me?
I say out loud "I'll just runaway",
because everything is my fault, and I don't know how to change.

If I cry in your presence, will you call me dramatic?
If I let my heart show, will you call me weak?
If I tell you I am hurt and defeated, do you blame me?
The world made me.

If you present a stranger a secret, is it still a secret?
If they tell, are you selling a small part of your soul?
If your heart is ripped open, but you can't find the tear.....
This world that made me, why can't it be fair?

If everything is in a balance, why do I feel tilted?
If everything has a purpose, why do I feel wilted.
If the sound of a clock reminds you of your mind....
This world that made me, just isn't very kind.

If happy is an emotion and emotional is me, where oh where would happy be?
See I cry too much, and if you're lucky I'll scream.
Is this a weakness, or simply just me?
I say out loud "I'll just drown the pain",
because everything is my fault, and I don't know how to change.

I grasp, I claw, I see the light.
I fight the waves, I fight the night.
I run, I hide, hug myself tight.
I fight the world, I fight with all my might.

This world has made me
but
This world isn't right.
so
I always lose,
but again, and again
I always fight.