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