Half Full

I'm just full of complaints Discover a new one every day Can't seem to look on the bright side Maybe, yeah maybe it's about time I can see the glass half full when I know it's not Even though it feels as though I'm drowning, I know I've got a shot And I'm not where I wanna be, but I have all that I need So are these real issues? Or am I just whining? Cause I'm just full of complaints Discover a new one every day Can't seem to look on the bright side Maybe, yeah maybe it's about time I like to think I'm positive, happier than all the others But as life drags along, the pessimism smothers When the odds aren't in my favor, things can only get greater Feel like giving up, but that's not what I want cause I'm just full of complaints Discover a new one every day Can't seem to look on the bright side Maybe, yeah maybe it's about time