There are streams falling down my face
Red eyes, crumbled tissues
Hard to get the words out of my mouth.
I\'m speechless, I could not speak
I type word after word, trying to explain why I feel this way.
Is it my fault? It is.
Is it serious? It is.
It\'s hard to be happy.
Feeling gray and blue there without the vibrant colors.
I stand behind the beauty because there is a madness.
Not all happy people are ok.
Not everyone is ok.
Theres always madness, behind the beauty.