A bed of roses.

You assume my life is a bed of roses

Because my surroundings seem blissful 

You assume you are right

Because I care not contradict you 

You assume I am rich 

Because I do not complain 

You assume I know not sorrow 

Because my smile is always genuine

You assume I haven't seen any hardship

Because I believe dreams come true

You assume everything in life,
was simply handed to me 

Because my life seems effortless 

Then you get to know

And begin to understand my lifestyle

And if you are daring enough 

you relay your assumption on me 

And I have but one thing to say 

Assumptions are often wrong.