Smiles painted on, a mask so bright,
i can feel my mouth muscles and smile lines
inside I'm crumbling, thinking of losing the fight,
tasks, demanding, responsibilities and dreams
sometimes i think fuck it, let me just flee
But the fear and the loud silence
I would just rather be the fake me
In crowded rooms, I'm gasping for air
I push through the pain
it's been so long i'm almost happy i swear!
Productive and happy is my sobriquet
the master of opacity is my real name
the days i don't feel cold are the days i feel odd
so i patiently wait until something again goes wrong
but I'll keep on smiling, as the story unfolds
I can't wait for tomorrow to shatter me even more!
as long as the world keeps spinning, I'll play my part
and secretly fill the glint with hope so maybe i can share some of me with a heart.
