Smiling, relaxing, as if I
Jolly and loving, getting along
Happy, happy, always happy
Grinding down my teeth, though nothing's wrong
Is it me?
Am I wrong for not conforming?
My chance at life has passed
But always come around
And can I be at fault for falling?
Look me in the eye
And tell me to calm down
Nodding, composing, or am I?
Patiently waiting, my turn to speak
Orders, orders, always ordering
Prodding and pushing me to my peak
Is it me?
Or is anger all-consuming?
My chance at life has passed
But always come around
How can I be at fault for falling?
Look me in the eye
And tell me not to shout
Is it me?
Or is darkness fast approaching?
It's getting crowded
And it's hard to catch a breath
