Darkness is my sunshine.
It's dark and cold.
Just like my soul.
I cry night by night.
The darkness watches and laughs.
I ask myself questions.
The questions noone can answer.
So why do I?
Why do I force my smile and laugh?
Do I do it because I am toying with people?
Do I do it because I don't want anyone to worry for me?
Or do I do it because I want others to be happy?
This is why Darkness is my Sunshine.