Optimist

Life is wonderful (life is wonderful) Life goes full circle (yeah, it goes full circle) Life is wonderful (yeah, life is wonderful) Sometimes I hate everyone and everything To the world itself Even though I'm the portrait of health And been blessed with many things Cause when it seems life's beginning to take a splendid lead Suddenly, everything tends to lean negatively I used to feel my luck was bled from me at seventeen Because ever since positive outcomes have been seldom seen They tell me that bouts with doubt can self-fulfill prophetically And that's prolly why John & Paul said that it's best to Let It Be And I use to be the cat with plenty kinetic energy Happy go lucky, Mr. Follow-Your-Dream-And-Set-It-Free But over the years, son, I've been jaded to the Nth degree I hate it, cause my sense of grief is blatant and my friends agree See, people's selfish deeds lead to my bleak expectancy (Like) If I catch the E, I never expect to see an empty seat (Nice) But in typical fashion, this'll pass until my next defeat Until I'm stressing deep and forced to beg and plea Till then we'll sing They say I'm a natural born pessimist And that's fuckin' wild Must've come with my mother's smile and father's bullheadedness I pull ahead and get pulled back, but I keep strugglin' Son, I feel like I couldn't catch a break beat jugglin' Still I reach upward and on, and proceed trudging along As I lead these brothers in arms, to achieve what's in our hearts But the scene's shrugging us off So I just remember that every dream comes with a scar When I see something I want When it seems nothing is wrong Well I gotta keep telling myself to stop Waitin' for the other foot to drop Live in the moment Sit on the throne and just take a look from the top It's a whole other perspective to see the good that you got Now, if it's an omen, quit with the moanin' Don't let it push you to flop That's like being spooked at the doc since you was a baby Still shook from the shot Don't imagine a tragic end to the book, when there's not You gotta try to rewrite in spite of how crooked the plot Now, when you go this long uphill, you lose the will to climb it So I wrote this song to remind me of the silver linin' In a world this wrong, gotta carry a sword that's strong And slice 'em all with smiles Y'all, I fight 'em as I kill with kindness Nobody wants a Bitter Benny or a Debbie Downer Or a Sad Sam that be wrapping a wet blanket around them Keep a sunny disposition, breathe out Cause life has a way of stripping the paint off of your dream house It's simple, indeed these things seem to be easy to see But they easily flee your mind as you find repeated deceit Now, there's reasons the weak of will never dream or believe Before they leap, they concede to defeat and agree to retreat Now, when fatigue has really got you by the balls Remember that if you really didn't believe you'd succeed Then you wouldn't have tried at all So, jump regardless of the consequence Cause even on the night of the apocalypse Everybody's an optimist No matter how hard it seems There's always someone in another position So, when it rains, just hold on When it's gray, just hold on When there's pain, just hold on When it rains And when it rains, think dry skies When it's gray, think bright lights When there's pain, just smile, smile When it rains I know it seems everyday is a struggle to keep yourself outta trouble This modern jungle is jumbled with muddled puzzles to stump you And snipers gunning to stumble you Like you've been hunted Dude, how the hell are you telling us 'Life is wonderful'? Some of you have come to conclusions/assumptions But nothing as true or stunning That misery becomes something that's comfortable Trumping the will to shun it Run from it if you're stuck in a rut or two So, I figured I'd drum up something I could hum to you (Like this)