What's money when theres no love

I am a happy girl so it seems,

but really that is not always me.

My dad, bought me a smile which I wear daily

he thinks because of money I live gayley.

I have it all, nice home, nice cars, and nice clothes,

but these are not the things I would've chose

for a hug, a kiss or a simple I love you I would've appreciated more,

for those are the things I really long for.

My dad thinks having material luxirous is enough,

I wish he knew that living with out love is tough

slowly I fall without anywhere to land,

I feel it slipping through my fingers like sand.

I am falling to pieces, I am screaming,

I am afriad he cant hear me, my world is leaning

will he catch me? will he see?

that I am not that happy girl I seem to be?