A girl who is unhappy inside but puts on a fake happy face for her friends. |
I spend my days weaving smiles For all the children in the yard So they can see the good in all And never feel to far From the comfort that love sends us And the joy that friendship brings us I spend my nights crying tears To fill the belly of depression So I can have the strength To never ask a question To ever wonder what would’ve happened To ever think about what could’ve happened I spend my days being colorful So the children can see the light That shields them from the darkness And never feel to slight To all the beauty others may possess And to all the power they may possess I spend my nights under the siege Of an ever-growing hell All I can do is fight back With a half-empty heart to compel Compel me to always look on the bright side To always see the golden side I spend my days progressively Always helping the children around Never realizing all I’ve done To help to start the mound The mound that signifies the death My death, my spirits death I spend my nights now digging My new eternal bed The place I will forever lay And forever rest my head This hole I dig is for all time This hole I dig ends my time |