The Hurt of Happiness

I'll 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 that 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?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Can I, can I, ever really get out?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Can I, can I, ever really get out?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Ever really get out?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Can I, can I, ever really get out?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Can I, can I, ever really get out?

Can I, can I, ever gonna get out?

Can I, can I, ever really get out?