But everyone can see me.
They see me walking, talking, smiling.
They see me being happy;
Acting like nothing van get me down,
or make me cry.
They see what they want to see.
They want to see me walk,
Because in each step there's a lot of grace.
They want to see me talk,
Because with my words I pave the way.
They want to see me smile,
Because my smile can mend a broken face.
They want to see me happy,
Because my happiness says that I am okay.
This is what they want to see,
So this is what I show them.
They only want to see the outside
Which leaves the inside hidden.