What is happiness? Is it when you skip your walk through the pavement? Is it when you eat your favorite food? Is it when you listen to your favorite music? Or talking about your interest? Funny, mine is you.
She's walking with her head up now Knowing that she's half way through Forgetting Despite she always woke up to the thought of him And fell asleep reminiscing what had happened She's strong But she don't know it yet