I have a smile on my face
That I try not to erase
Because otherwise, people will ask me what's wrong
Why I'm depressed, and no longer strong
They'll ask my me what's going on
Why my smile is now gone
They think I've always been happy
Like I've never been hurt or ever been lonely
Little do they know, I cry every night
And during the day, I pretend its alright
Im tired of people thinking I've never had my heart broken
These people can speak after I've spoken
They think they know me
But do they really?
