Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical

Touches stricken cold and clinical

What a transformation to behold

But I don't like this new, I want the old

It's not the words that make it final

You've said such things before to rival them

But it's how you say them now that's changed

Cold but sympathetic all the same

You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off

So you go on and I'll be happier

I'll be happier

You go on, yeah, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be happier

Shoot me with your rubber bullets

Your finger's on the trigger, pull it

I know you want the suffering to end

And so, it is forgivable, my friend

It's all to convince me that I'll be better off

So you go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on, yeah, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be happier

Say what you mean, what you mean

Is you'll be happier without me

Without me

Without me

You won't convince me that I'll be better off

So you go on and I'll be happier

I'll be happier

You go on, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be gone

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on, you go on

You go on and I'll go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier