flood up to her ankles
flood up to her ankles that no one can see
frost on her finger ips and she cant breath
lost in a maze and blind to the light
they all wonder how shes managed to survive
but shes happy
dark in her eyes and smoke inher lungs
and scars along her body how could she not be done
but shes happy
ask her why the tears come streaming out
ask her if shes ok, what shes thinking about
her words always the same, as she puts a smile on her face
and you know its a lie, but you never ask why
cus shes happy