Nothing makes me happy anymore
I realize as I stare at this floor
and the ceiling and the wall
sometimes I just cant help but fall
Nothing is making me happy as it should
Getting girls, I thought would
Working out, ya if only I could
The fear, if finding something new
to keep me happy, is only few
and once all those things are found
what happens after, what is happening now?
Is that all that life is?
Trying to find something just to miss?
Why is happiness so hard