If I could choose to be happy
Why wouldn't I choose it?
I don't mind being happy
But when I try to smile and laugh
It seems my mind has a mind of its own
And when I try to speak my emotions it seems my lips are sewn
Even when everything seems fine
My anxiety makes me feel as if there's no time
And as the days slowly pass by
My brain's only desire is to die
But why?
I choose to be happy!
So why do I cry?
Leave me alone with my thoughts and I frown
Why does my mood always have to be down
I tried to stand but in these depressive waves I drown
From experience-
I know you cannot choose to be happy
So why do they tell me so?
Why do I try even though-
I know you cannot choose to be happy
