Still Tryin'

I can't really remember what it feels like.  Now I've never expected or thought that anyone is happy all the time, but I've always been envious of people who feel contented some or most of the time.  Mainly because I'm just curious what it's like.  I don't know what would make me happy.  Seems like there's no way, no how, but I figure I'll keep trying.  That's really all any of us can do is try.

There's an overwhelming amount of beauty in the world, I just wanna be able to enjoy it.  I want to actually like myself.  I think someday maybe I will, and perhaps that hope is a kind of happiness.  That's the way I think, it's all I have.