Aren't you happy? I'm happy!
Aren't I what you want me to be?
Even if my body and mind breaks down
I'll be a good little girl and won't make a sound
I built myself the image of happy
Sweet, adorable and even sassy
Everyday I'm drowning just a tiny bit more
Nobody will rescues me from the shore
I beg for what i know I can't have
Because if I did you would never laugh
You would be the one with pain
You would be the one with shame
You would be stripped of glory and fame
I would be the one happiness
But that's a fake world with no distress.
An Imagery world is what we stress (for)
But alas, that will never happen
