I Choose to Be Happy

I choose to be happy.

I hide to not get hit.

I choose to be happy.

I don't choose you if you hurt me.

Why have we made up our faces so no one knew? Why we have hidden our bruises? Why have we been the bottom of a boot? Why do we put up with dirty people?

Why are we the ones that get hit, punched, kicked, and killed?

I'm just wondering.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

That's what they say, and then I forgive.

Wow, I'm dead now, 'cause I did all of your moves.

Maybe we're all dead because our father was so great.

I know they will always do it again.

Trust me, I'm dead from my love.

I'm dead. Do you want to live?

Leave now. I'm right next to you. Leave now!

You have one chance...

I'll always be next to you. I'm the one holding your hand.

You can't see me, 'cause my love killed me...

He was my first love, my father...