Pain is there,
hate is there,
but i can't find happy anywhere.

Maybe he's in the windowsill
Maybe he's under that dollar bill
Maybe he's been torn apart
like the pieces that fall from
a broken heart.

Maybe's he's hidden in the sky,
Maybe he's our only reason why.
Maybe he's fallen into a pit,
Where history shows there's no proof of it.

Maybe he's been here the entire time,
But only appears in the right state of mind.