Happy. Happy. Smile. Smile.

You told me you were sick - sick of my depression.
Sick of pulling me up when I was falling down.
You're sick of my melancholy,
Sick of my tears.
So-
Since I want this to work, (even though you've killed me)
And since I want you to love me, (even when you don't want me...)
I have to smile.
Big, Beautiful, Barren and blank Smiles!

YAY!
I -LOVE- to SMILE!
Let me get you something to drink- Darling...
Let me pretend that you don't LIE - DARLING...
Let me hold my breath and tears.
Just look at this SMILE.
I'll wear pretty little outfits and giggle all damn day;
Play my guitar quietly and paint my nights away.
I could do this for a century and you wouldn't notice a THING!
RIGHT?!
'Cause all I am to you is the one without "light-"
No light.
I need a light.
Does anyone have a cigarette??? No?
Fine.
I can't smoke anyways...
It damages my
SMILE!!!
Sick, sick. Silver, silver.
Sick, sick. Smile, Smile.
Sick, Sick. Happy, Happy.
Sick. Sick. Sick...

God, I feel like shit.