On the bleachers as the game plays
No one sees her
No one notices,
No one even looks at her
No one even knows she's there
No one even knows she exists
She just sits and watches
The game play out
She knows that people miss her
And without her they are nothing
But now they think they can keep living without her
They think they can make their own happiness
But they are wrong
The so-called happiness that they show
Is just hidden hate, but they don't know.
Happiness stands up
Knowing that her place is making people happy
Not sad and miserable
Go, Happiness.
Spread yourself through everyone in the world.
Make them happy that you are there.
That is what Happiness is there for--
Hence the name Happiness.
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