Cookie cutter houses lined with white picket fences
Perfect house wives in pretty coloured dresses
Polite little children play in green gardens
Breadwinner husbands provide for their own

A facade of happy families in an urban village
Painting a perfected picture of contented population
Because society frowns upon unhappiness

Sad little child sits all alone
Eating out of a brown crinkled paper bag
No one notices the tears that streak his face
From the names shouted his way

Lonely teenage girl stand in front of a mirror
Skin tight around her bones
She doesn't see the beauty she holds
Only an ugly creature who needs to fit into the smallest jeans

Close to midnight on a deserted bridge in town
A man stands tall
Thinking about the deadly fall
He wants so desperately to take

We all hop about heads high hiding behind the fake smiles
Because it's easier to say "I'm Fine"
Than to admit the truth
That not everything is happy