Happiness is a bird, spreading its wings and letting us fly a little before we fall.
The liberation of the fall, the cool of the burn, the apathy within the pain.
We are free within our losing, moving, moving, swinging, swinging, always winning.
Our souls let go with the slightest inclemency, our kindest killing.
I am happy, oh so happy, letting go.
You've truly saved my soul, wishing, wishing me goodbye.
No one ties, no more shackles, my heart, my soul, I'm free,
Because now? Its just me.