Door 17 - Happy Lyrics

She has such wicked thoughts in mind
Where all the ugly people die
And she's unsure of why she feels this inside
She tries to cover up her stains
With pretty smiles to self restrain
The aches and pains as they cut into her veins
I am dull, I am well, I'm ill, I'm in Hell
But I feel alright
I'm better shy
Better quiet
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy
God's weights were hooked into her back
Those angel wings are what she lacked
The golden child had her heart painted black
In Sunday school she listened hard
She set her mind to reach the stars
But climbed herself up just a little too far
I am dull, I am well, I'm ill, I'm in Hell
But I feel alright
I'm better shy
Better quiet
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy