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