I'm a little too Excitable Or at least That's what I'm told Too positive With my glass half full Too happy, too many Smiles, I know
I'm too naive Too blind, unaware To know what Life's about I'm too busy Floating on air To remember The pain of the ground
You think I don't know The pressure and strain Of the final string Of a splitting rope? I've ripped, I've snapped I have no less pain But one thing I do have Is hope
Well my glass isn't half full Its overflowing My rose colored glasses Don't leave my eyes I am not too much Of anything Except too good At finding where hope hides