I am the girl, I say with bright shinny eyes
The girl who "loves" to dance in the rain
I am the girl, I think as I drift away
The girl who uses the night to cover the pain
I am the girl, I smile as I walk by.
The girl who's "happiness" is the brightest light.
I am the girl, I write in the journal I try to hide.
The girl who feels like she is losing the fight.
I am the girl,
Who is tired of being.
The "Happy" Girl.

We know that people come and go,
And it hurts so much but that wont show.

Why does love have to be temporary,
And heartbreak be forever?
Why does happiness last a second,
While sorrow lasts a year?
Why is life the beginning and middle,
But death the very end?

When life is present,
Like a shooting star,
You wish for death to come,
Knocking at your door.
But when death comes knocking,
At your very front door,
You wish for life to come running,
But it isn't there no more.

How long does it take?
How long does it take to realize,
When the monsters have moved
From under your bed
And now
Live inside you head

I feel dead and broken inside,
I'm paralyzed
From the inside out,
But I can't describe
The way the monsters keep calling
Me toward their grave,
And how I don't feel
Like being brave.

A book is a home,
Where lost souls adventure into,
Where you go to escape a life,
That was never enough,
Where you find love,
And freedom,
And hurt and despair,
Betrayal and new friends.
A book is a home
But when you leave
It is,
The End.