I was a solipsistic drifter getting high on my pain I thought my loneliness was special, that we'd kiss in the rain But my posture didn't fool you, my disguise was in vain And you saw the decent person inside When your deepest dreams are dying, and they slip out of view You say we're born alone and die alone, and that may be true But what you do in between can be much bigger than you You just have to learn to face what you hide Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Am I a coward to keep singing songs of sadness and love? With so much blood in the streets, so many bombs up above When the takers keep on taking though it's never enough And we're only falling further behind Everyone I meet is either broken or broke And there's a criminal among us, but he swears it's a hoax When you said to keep on hoping, was that some kind of joke Or were you only taking me for a ride? Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied They tell me, son, don't trust a single word that you hear That everybody's trying to make another buck off your fear You've got to lower your eyes and try to plug up your ears Don't even bother going outside Like a bee to the blossom, like a moth to the flame You'll get lured in with money and distracted with fame Mistakenly believe that people knowing your name Means that you're anything but empty inside Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied Don't be so sad. Don't be so satisfied