It’s my choice to run, it’s my right to hide
if I don’t have the courage to murder my pride
I used to burn, I used to flame
then I used myself up and gave others the blame
why can’t we be happy?
I can resent the girls and the boys
for being cookie cutters, but we’re all someone’s toys
maybe it’s a scraped elbow or a busted knee
it’s all the same pain, now it’s up to me
why can’t we be happy?
I’ve got a choice
I can break or bend
I can doubt or trust
I can fight or defend
it’s up to me
I can take or I can give
if I want to feel alive
I’ve just got to live
why can’t we be happy?
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