“So what are your goals?”
“Well I want to start my own business one day”
“No no no, not your career goals, what is your other goals?”
“I guess I just want to be happy”
“I don’t think you understand, do you want to be rich, famous, maybe ahve a big house?”
“No I just want to be happy”
“So you ahve no other goals? You don’t want to maybe travel, see someplace new like paris, or anything?”
“No, Just being happy is more than okay with me”
“That’s pathetic”
“FUCK YOU!”
Since when was happy fucking now good enough!
I can’t seem to understand, how your not happy just begin happy.
Why do you need a big hose, why do you need a nice car,
why do you need to be rich to be happy?
Maybe it’s just me, but stuff is just stuff, and it doesn’t make me happy.
I don’t need it, I don’t want it, I only need my friends with me,
Because stuff is just stuff, and it doesn’t make me happy,
maybe it’s just me, or no one else can seem to see
that stuff is just stuff, and it won’t make you happy.
and why would I leave, where would I go,
all of my friends are right here,
I guess if they came we could tare up some place,
but then again were easy to please, we do what makes us happy!
Maybe it’s just me, but stuff is just stuff, and it doesn’t make me happy.
I don’t need it, I don’t want it, I only need my friends with me,
Because stuff is just stuff, and it doesn’t make me happy,
maybe it’s just me, or no one else can seem to see
that stuff is just stuff, and it won’t make you happy.
“Get out”
“Fine!”