If I am truly entitled to happiness , why isn't it always granted ?
Why do we become depressed at times , and then regret that we took happiness for granted?
I am certain that I would be more than happy when I receive a scholarship.
I would definitely be smiling ear to ear when my career take off like a rocketship.
I take much pride in my significant other and my beautiful mother
And ironically find joy in hanging with my difficult brothers.
When people act foul ,I still smile , I would probably smile , while on trial.
So I can't rightfully assume one is happy based off a smile; Maybe you're like me, and wearing a smile is just your style.
Anticipating every thought to make split decisions , boredom is a fiery pit that turns happiness to ash.
I am no different from a anybody else, I would definitely be happy from a surplus of cash.
Repetition comes from my inner feelings , happiness relies in my circadian rhythm.
Numb to any odd aura that may be threw my way so I certainly don't feel 'em.
Living in contrast to celebrities , watching as they do things that I wish I could.
Overlooking my passed opportunities , but when I get my shot-at last- i'll be feelin' good.