I look at that woman and see happyness from her eyes
The way she smiles and moves her head around
She says it's normal and she likes doing it
It's not addiction it's happyness
When I see her happy I feel like she's right
But when I look closer I see addiction of moving forwards and backwards and getting white spray tans on her back
I don't see happyness I see sadness from her heart
When she does it she feels bad for it
When she does it she feels great after
What makes her happy isn't what she's doing it's her mind.