Would it be?

Wouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be nice to be happy?
Wouldn't it be nice to go through a day without any negative thoughts about anyone, anything?
Wouldn't it be to nice if I could do that effortlessly?
Wouldn't it be nice if I didn't have to try too hard to be myself?
Wouldn't it be nice to not go home in the end of day wondering what you've said wrong today?
Wouldn't it be nice to be content and fulfilled for once?
Wouldn't it be nice if I could figure out what life really is about and why people upset me so much?

Is there any reason for me to not be happy?
Is there?
Is there any reason for me to cry over spilled milk?
Is there any reason for me to ever wonder if I deserve it?

Wouldn't it be nice to not feel stifled by dailiness? For once?
Wouldn't it be nice to get over the hurt in an instant?
Wouldn't it be nice if picking up the phone to call dad felt just like the right thing to do at the moment?
Wouldn't it be nice if the two weeks of having WY home could repeat itself too many times?

Wouldn't it be nice to not live in regrets?
Wouldn't it be nice if I found the passion for reading back?
Wouldn't it be nice if I eventually learned the ropes and mastered the tricks of game about life?

Wouldn't it be nice to not knowing how to doubt myself?
Wouldn't it be nice if I was not very good at it?

Wouldn't it be nice?
Would it?