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