I am nineteen years young
And I don't know what career I want
When I grow up
But I do know
I want to be happy

I am so tired of paychecks
Forcing us into these holes
Saying you can't live without us
When they know **** well
We don't even wanna live with them
Because unhappiness is just as bad as poverty

You still don't want to move
Still cry yourself to sleep
If you sleep at all

You still have a hunger inside of you
Unfed and wild

No I don't think poverty and unhappiness
Are very different

One way you live to survive
The other you barely survive to live

There's a knife at my throat and it's labeled
Unhappy.