I think I threw my happiness out,
but it was an honest mistake.
Without my happiness,
it leaves a dull ache.
I searched high and low,
and eventually gave in.
My happiness was gone,
and it left me empty within.
Now I walk around,
with nothing but a frown.
I wish I had my happiness,
so I wasn't constantly down.
I think I threw my happiness out,
and I wish I had it back.
Without my happiness in my pocket,
my soul is slowly turning black.
