I hate to be happy
To feel laughter rise
I hate to be happy
Hate the crinkle of my eyes.

I hate being around them;
I have so much fun
I hate being around them
Right up till when we're done.

It's a knife in my back
A splinter in my spine
A knife in my back
Happy's so fleeting in time.

It's a crushing pain inside
Wanting to be wanted
It's a crushing pain inside
And by loneliness it's haunted.

It's a drastic turn of events
That have dire consequence
It's a drastic turn of events
And no one can make sense.

I hate to be happy
'Happy' finds me knives or ropes
I hate to be happy
Because from there it's a downwards *****.