Lyric

They sold us pictures in golden frames

Told us joy had a permanent face

But every mirror I ever tried

Changed its answer when I blinked twice

I chased the noise, I chased the crowd

Borrowed laughter, spoke too loud

Every high came with a debt

Paid in silence I never met

If happiness is something owned

Why does it vanish when I’m alone

If it’s a place, why does it move

Every time I think I’ve arrived there too

Maybe happiness is not a sound

Not the applause, not the crown

Maybe it’s weightless, maybe it leaves

The second you try to make it stay

Maybe happiness doesn’t shout

Maybe it lives in the way we doubt

In the pause before we decide

That this broken moment is still alive

I watched it slip through open hands

Like water learning new commands

It hides in moments without names

In missed trains and warped remains

In empty rooms at half past three

Where nothing’s wrong, but nothing’s free

Where breathing feels like a quiet win

No obvious reason, no visible sin

If happiness is meant to last

Why does it fear the future and past

If it’s a goal, who drew the line

That makes me feel late all the time

Maybe happiness is not the light

At the end of a flawless life

Maybe it flickers, maybe it fades

Like a thought you forget to explain

Maybe happiness isn’t found

Maybe it’s built, then torn back down

In the choice to remain sincere

When the meaning doesn’t appear

What if it’s not the end of pain

But learning pain is not in vain

Not a cure, not a claim

Just less afraid of being the same

Not a mountain, not the peak

But standing still on shaking feet

Saying “this hurts, but this is real”

And letting that truth quietly heal

So happiness is not the proof

That life has kept a single rule

It’s not a promise, not a plan

Just moments we don’t understand

And if it leaves, I let it go

I won’t demand that it behaves

If happiness has any shape

It’s drawn in lines we fail to name

I’m not searching anymore

I just notice when it knocks

Sometimes it stays, sometimes it walks

And somehow that is enough