I revel in photos with a smile painted on my face.
I love to see the days.
My heart leaps with joy, and I yearn to escape.
I feel like I'm weightless.

I think that this is happiness...

I could be tricked,
this could all be wrong
there has to be at least one cheap talker to tell me where I belong.
The sun can burn me down
and melt my smile like wax
so I'm reminded that there's no such thing as happiness
no time to relax

I think that this is a trap...

I walk even further into the lions den
mesmorized by the enchantment in his eyes
I see the devil's heavenly face and beleive all of his lies.
He caresses my face and tells me that everything is alright
and with the touch of his carcass I happily die.

Now I see what happiness is really like.