The Hurt of Happiness

I leave my name behind a boring alibi A little something for the night When I lose balance and I'm falling off the side A little taste to get me high So I can feel alright When it comes easy but you hold on way too tight Until the fruit becomes ripe The hurt of happiness is just beyond my sight Why can't I see it with these eyes? I might as well be blind Am I ever gonna get out? Can I ever really get out? And it's a question we all try to deny And it's the answer that they hide Inside a catatonia of our design Inside the prison of our pride We might as well be blind Am I ever gonna get out? Can I ever really get out? Am I gonna get out? Can I ever really get out? Am I gonna get out? Can I ever really get out? Am I gonna get out? Can I ever really get out? Am I gonna get out? Can I ever really get out?