Verse 1 They tell me “Chose to be happy” like it’s carved in stone, Like joy’s a switch I’m hiding, somewhere deep in my bones. But my mind’s a restless kingdom, split by storm and sun, Where gods made out of lightning decide what I become. Some days I’m burning wildfire, rising past the sky, Some days I’m sinking shipwrecks where the brightest colors die. And every time they whisper that my smile’s up to me, I hear the thunder laughing: “Boy, you’re not that free.” Pre-Chorus And I’m begging the heavens for a gentler hand, But the clouds keep gambling with the pieces of who I am. Chorus I didn’t chose to be happy, I’m caught in the pull of the tides. The stars in their fury draw the map of my highs and my dives. I’d hold the sun if I could, But the dawn doesn’t answer to me. So don’t tell me I chose this— It’s the gods of my heart who decree. Verse 2 There’s a puppet on the rooftop, tugged by manic golden strings, Dancing far too close to heaven, drunk on thoughts with broken wings. And there’s a shadow in the basement, curled in blankets made of fear, Counting breaths like fragile secrets, praying daylight won’t appear. I walk the line between them, a tightrope across my mind, A choir made of tempests sings the fate I cannot bind. And when they say “just choose it,” like it’s easy as a prayer, I feel the sky tilt over— and the answer isn’t there. Pre-Chorus And I reach toward the silence where the calm should be, But the winds keep shifting all the constellations in me. Chorus I didn’t chose to be happy, I’m caught in the pull of the tides. The stars in their fury draw the map of my highs and my dives. I’d hold the sun if I could, But the dawn doesn’t answer to me. So don’t tell me I chose this— It’s the gods of my heart who decree. Bridge If joy were mine to command, I’d paint the night in silver flame. I’d silence every ruthless hand That spins my mood like a weather vane. But I’m forged in storms and fractures, In a war I never planned— Still I rise, still I break, Still I try to understand. Final Chorus No, I didn’t chose to be happy, But I keep standing in the light. Even when the heavens drag my soul through blackened nights. I’d hold the sun if I could, But fate won’t bend at my plea. So don’t tell me I chose this— Only gods in my bloodstream decree. Outro So if you tell me “choose happy,” Know I’m fighting to stay awake— In a world where joy’s a miracle Only higher powers make.
