He sits back and watches as his entire life falls apart in front of his eyes, without being able to do a single thing about it.
He goes through his entire life just doing his own thing and trying to stay out of trouble but for some fucking reason he's always the one to get slapped in the face by the Devil himself.
There are words that a person can say that can be interpreted as a thousand different things, but still have a deep affect for each and every one of those interpretations. Words like hate, drugs, jail, death
He works as hard as he feels like working and even though he's not even the tiniest bit close to perfect,
He walks his weird walks, as he trips and falls, always going down with a smile.
Finding the plus side in everything, like walking the hottest of sandy deserts for a mile.
Untill one day...he cracks.
And instead of that smile, he puts on every morning...
He goes into the darkest part of his closet, to find a hood to hide behind.
He walks the halls with his face hidden...
Hoping that everyone will forget about THE HAPPY FACE KID.
Hoping he can stop hearing about how happy he is...or used to be.
He's tired of his life being an act...
Cuz theres only so much THE HAPPY FACE KID can be happy about.
He sits back and watches as his entire life falls apart in front of his eyes, without being able to do a single thing about it.
He goes through his entire life just doing his own thing and trying to stay out of trouble but for some fucking reason he's always the one to get slapped in the face by the Devil himself.
There are words that a person can say that can be interpreted as a thousand different things, but still have a deep affect for each and every one of those interpretations. Words like hate, drugs, jail, death
He works as hard as he feels like working and even though he's not even the tiniest bit close to perfect,
He walks his weird walks, as he trips and falls, always going down with a smile.
Finding the plus side in everything, like walking the hottest of sandy deserts for a mile.
Untill one day...he cracks.
And instead of that smile, he puts on every morning...
He goes into the darkest part of his closet, to find a hood to hide behind.
He walks the halls with his face hidden...
Hoping that everyone will forget about THE HAPPY FACE KID.
Hoping he can stop hearing about how happy he is...or used to be.
He's tired of his life being an act...
Cuz theres only so much THE HAPPY FACE KID can be happy about.