Smiling, but is she that joyous inside?
They see what she lets them, but not what she hides,
Hides under long sleeves and too many lies,
Digging her grave, it muffles her cries,
Cries out to smebody, anybody,
She needs the attention,
But when they find out,
She gets an intervention,
They want to help, but it's just causing stress,
She needs a shoulder to cry on, not this whole big mess.
"Messes up on everything", she points out her flaws,
Her forehead's too big, she has a broad jaw,
She has narrow feet, she hates her brown hair,
Her eyes are too small, and her skin is too fair,
It's fair to say she's insecure,
But that's a struggle that all endure.
She sees the light, she's standing there,
One is tan and one is fair,
She looks at the other and she just stares,
She sees the despair,
As one extends her caring heart, an offer of love,
Her lover accepts, this is her fresh start.
And they walk off into the sunset, headed for the horizon,
Each one a clean slate,
When they're together, all danger abates.
