Happy Songtext
von A Mess

Quick but short of breath
I′m moving faster than the rest
I am smiling when it's tough
I toughen up when struck by luck

One at bay
One at guard
One to gather all the parts

All my different faces count to reach for happy


Capable and lost seem like
Opposites at heart
Like colorful and bleak
I′m more than the medicine I eat

One at bay
One at guard
One to gather all the parts

All my different faces count to reach for happy
Pills make happy
Pills make blue
Pills can make you psycho to

A label on my head
A name on the drugs I have to take

They put me in a bind
I am the sum of what you find


All my different faces count to reach for happy