I may appear to happy and all good on the outside, but I'm not. I play a role like gangsters on death row, who smile an laugh and reminise on the past. But then reality comes out to play and then they realize they'll be headed to there grave's.
Where I'm from there is no such thing as happiness and the sun
never shines.I'am used to the darkness, so when the sunlight
peep's through the crack's I'm instantly blinded.