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)