It Is Not.

Every day it starts again
You cannot say if you're happy
You keep trying to be, try harder
Maybe this is not your year

There's a world of shiny people somewhere else
Out there following their bliss
Living easy, getting kissed
While you wonder what else you're doing wrong

Breathe through it, write a list of desires
Make a toast, make a wish, slash some tires
Paint a heart repeating, beating "don't give up, don't give up, don't give up"

Not Your Year -  The Weepies