Sunshine, rainbows, butterflies;
Look at all these happy lies.
I wish I still believed in them,
But I am forever condemned
To be sad,
To be driven mad,
By the reality that is life
Always as sharp as a knife.
Look at all these happy lies,
Muffling my depressed cries
So the innocent cannot hear,
All the pain, all the fear
That floats around them, always near.
Sunshine, rainbows, butterflies,
Look at all these happy lies.
