The Girl Behind Her Window

Life is roller coasters, that's what they said, they told me for every low there would be a high, but the only high I see is off of weed, why is there pain, I don't understand, a girl like me try's , but everywhere I look there pain, I've turned to my open window but the world I see is closed, even though it's light it's dark, but no I can't tell you this, I'm suppose to smile, I'm not allowed to cry, I'm not allowed to say I'm sad, I can't do that they will see my weakness, don't tell them, but your makeup on and face reality, you can't open your self to them yet, just keep falling down, maybe the next one will pick you up"