Sometimes I'm wondering,
why are we breathing?
It's not because we're happy,
because no one is.
What should I tell,
when they're asking me.
When they're asking me,
how it feels to be me?
They think I'm a happy girl,
that I'm the one having it all.
They ask me how I can smile,
how I can smile everyday.
I'm that sort of girl that,
that doesn't share her feelings.
Sometimes I'm crying,
but no one will see.
I will always hide my tears,
No one can see them.
I'm afraid of being hurt,
because it's what they do.