I'm Happy

Take a look at me, the makeup on my face

Anyone can see I'm happy

It comes from deep within, but if the surface crash

Another bit of paint, God, I'm happy

I am only what you've made me

With your own two hands

I will always have you to thank

For who I am

I can't remember why I needed self-esteem

It's a good thing I have you, and I'm happy

I no longer know my end and your begin

And, of course, this only proves

That I'm happy

I am only what you made me

With your own two hands

I will always have you to thank

For who I am

I am only what you've made me

With your own two hands

I will always have you to thank

For who I am