But who’s not dissatisfied
Oh dissatisfied children

Oh I can’t take it
I can’t fake it
I’ve got something on my mind
That I'm dying to tell

Oh I miss my home
I miss my family
I miss when you
Were happy to see me

I'm afraid to pack my bags
‘Cause it’s something
That I’ve done so many times before
I am passionate

For something new
For something to do
That’d be so much more fulfilling
But I'm afraid to pack my bags

And that I should take another stab at being happy
Why
Why oh why
Does drying to be happy
Make you miserable in your pursuit of it