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 ma**es, it pa**ed 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 myself like 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