Smile

There is a picture of a smiley face that hangs on the door inside my padded little room.
As I sit in my padded little room in my little white jacket,
I stare at the smiley face, while I rock slowly back and forth.
Till morning comes and I am free,
To view the world under a new light.
Till sundown when they bring me back,
Back, back, back, into the darkness,
And the smiley face of hell.