You become so used to the feeling , that when you find someone that makes you happy, you instantly push them away.

"We all want someone to notice but as soon as they do, we wish they never did."

I'm going to smile and make you think I'm happy

I'm going to laugh so you don't have to see me cry

I'm going to give so you can be who ever you want to be

I'm going to let you go in style

And even if it kills me

I'm going to smile

"having a body made out of thorns, and being constantly surrounded by balloons."

You chained my to a lion, and expected me to survive the fight

Yet when you pushed me off a mountain, I could finally see the light