They say when life gives you lemons, you're supposed to make lemonade.
So what do you do when life steals the lemons and squezes them in your face?

When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.

This throbbing in my brain and ache in my heart reminds me I'm still alive

I'm saddest when I'm laughing
I'm lonliest in a crowded room
I'm good with disguise
But you can read it in my eyes

I'm falling apart

Grin and bear it so you won't have to submit
to the questions you stolen smile emits

Complete and absolute pain and suffering drives out every emotion but itself