Holidays

The norm of being happy is forced

Everyone comes and goes with a smile and force

Are you really happy? Are you really joyful?

What we do the rest of the year?

The norm of being happy is forced

 

You help each other, you aid the needy

Where were you before? What were you doing?

Help once a year? Aid once a year?

The beauty of being helpful is gone

The norm of being happy is forced

 

You find your family, you celebrate and love

The rest of the time, you are just a thorn

Only doing what’s forced, only getting by

You are fake and you know it, not jolly at all

The norm of being happy is forced

 

After everything is done for

You go back to the old self

Whether it’s naughty or nice

You were fake all along, how shameful

The time of the year where

The norm of being happy is forced