Текст: Chris Botti. Chris Botti in Boston. Glad To Be Unhappy.

Look at yourself.
If you had a sense of humor,
You would laugh to beat the band.
Look at yourself.
Do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chin,
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin.
My mental state is all a jumble.
I sit around and sadly mumble.
Refrain:
Fools rush in, so here I am,
Very glad to be unhappy.

I can't win, but here I am,
More than glad to be unhappy.
Unrequited love's a bore,
And I've got it pretty bad.
But for someone you adore,
It's a pleasure to be sad.
Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy,
I'm so unhappy, but oh, so glad.