My life is like a painting, just like Mona Lisa.
It may seem like im happy when you see my smile,
but if you look deep into my eyes you can tell im unhappy,
i feel tortured inside, and i dont want people to know.
I dont want people to know because i dont want to be
a strugle to them.
No one can make me feel happy, but they can try.
They may think its helping but i'll be Mona Lisa for them,
i'll fake it,