I'm not in the sky
I'm not on solid ground
I cannot lie
but I know how to pretend
I'm not in the mood
Don't feel like jumping for joy
though I should
be happier than medium okay
When my put-on-smile is gone
I am weak
when you think that I'm strong
I am no better than the weakest one
Not made of silver
Not made of gold
I have not seen what
but I have been told