
I look at Them and They stare me back,
always screaming, yelling, "Happy, you ain't the one!"
This fiction that became our life, nah, it ain't right,
I'm still young, still feel livin' life stuck in Chapter One,
the Others skim through, page by page, I can still hear Them mocking me,
but I don't find it funny, so laugh it up!
I always felt like They never listened to me, that's all I know,
The Library is where I reigned as God, but it's also where I stayed alone.
Yeah, I was forced to stay inside wondering,
is it what I deserve or what I am destined for?
My motivation slowly a fire being extinguished, people always yelling
"Happy no! Happy stay!"
The Others forget all that goes on inside The Library files always remember,
I was taught to be terrified by Memories, so don't need no lecturin',
Let me be, let me see, let me breathe, how will I be remembered?
Struggle and pain don't Alter who I am as a person, so go ahead take my energy!
the Past an echo bringing up thoughts like,
Imma break again, Imma break will you break too?
Days turn to Nights,
Inside is like falling Ten Feet Down in slow-mo,
soon I'll be rising, rising up
Yeah, these Books are what made me,
even tho some also deceived me,
I felt forced to live life like I was always stricken,
I still sit at this Library desk, with plenty pages unfiled-- someone unseal me!
Wear a mask so The Others can't see me,
I feel the walls shake, 'bout to collapse again?
I look out the Library's windows, but no one comes to visit me,
I sit and wonder where The Others are, wonder when Tea Time arrives,
then the lights shut down, Library's closed, back to the empty Throne again, ahhh!
Yeah, seems like We're all back at Ladder One,
it's crazy what They would do to climb it faster,
back when climbing actually mattered,
They would all run to the top, not caring who fell or was tripped on,
but I know that feeling all too well, dealing with nothing new here,
That's a day in the life of being Happy, ain't it?
Life's life, be it what may, come or go, take it or leave it,
it ain't about gods or monsters, it's what dragged you outta that fire, ahhh!
the Past an echo bringing up thoughts like,
Imma break again, Imma break will you break too?
Days turn to Nights,
Inside is like falling Ten Feet Down in slow-mo,
soon I'll be rising, rising up
I used to want what I never had,
This old life Inside doesn't seem so bad,
The old Library Inside doesn't seem so sad,
I no longer want what I never had.