My babygirl cries
And I dry her eyes
As I see all the hurt
And the pain in her life.

My babygirl cries
As she tries to hide
All the lies she’s been told
That cause her to cry.

My babygirl cries
as I hold her tonight
To keep her from thinking
That she may as well die.

My babygirl cries
From all the times she’s tried
From all the love she has shown
And being broken many times.

My babygirl cries
In my arms as she lies.
She lies that she’s fine
And not broken inside.

My babygirl cries
For the harder I try
Nothing can keep her
From seeing my lies.

I am not happy.
I am not happy. 
I can't tell you how long I have been unhappy
or how long it will be until I am happy again.
All I know is that
I am not happy.

And I guess that's okay.
I've waited so long to say that,
it's almost like a large weight
being lifted off my shoulders.

To everyone I say
"Yeah I'm okay"
But it's nice to finally tell the truth
I am not okay.
I am not happy.