All I see is darkness around me
And the red from my alarm clock
Hearing Breaking Benjamin in my ear
I lie here wondering, am I really happy?
The simple answer to that question: no
I may appear happy to some people
But they just see the shell of my life
Those that see the inside, they know
But there isn't anyone that truly knows
Some know most, but no one knows all
I plaster this smile on my face like a clown
It's fake, there's no way around that fact
I'm searching for pure happiness though
I am just struggling to find it's source
I have been searching, to find nothing yet
Maybe sometime in life, I'll be truly happy
Where I enjoy waking up each morning
Where I enjoy doing my daily routine
Where I enjoy the people around me
But right now, I tolerate my situations
As I still am searching for true happiness