Am I happy?
Am I really?
Clinging on to hope and a dream that things will be okay.
Trying my best to look happy, being content is a struggle.
I love him, but all I want is for him to make me happy again. 
Being happy with another is all that comes to be.
But is that really what I want?
Is that really what I need?
Should I stay for the love, even though I'm dying on the inside?
Or should I leave to the place that really makes me happy again?