Take it to Manhattan 'cause I don't want it.
Sell it to someone who can't live without it.
You made it for the masses, it passed unnoticed.
Dead somewhere in Kansas,
Now I've had it up to here with,
I've had enough of all of these songs
Of self-imposed unhappiness.

Say it for my self-lacked, I always wanted
Something to believe when you always doubted
That there was some logic, some line of reason
That brought us to this place,
But now I've had it up to here with,
I've, I've had enough of all of these
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.
Oh.

Oh, oh now, oh now
I've had enough of all of these
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness. (you did this to yourself)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness. (you did this to yourself)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness. (you did, you did, you did)
Songs of self-imposed unhappiness.