When you try so hard to be perfect
And you fall right through the cracks
When you try so hard to hide the pain
But the tears keep leaving tracks
When you try so hard to not be you
And you nearly succeed
When you try so hard to hold your heart
To stifle the ache and need
The world is cold, it’s a cruel place
And you have no one but yourself
You’re just a page in an ancient book
On a lonely, dusty shelf
People may look but they always find
The thing that they want to see
So they may hear your voice its true
But they won’t hear the wounded plea
You have to understand the people
All so very shallow indeed
They’ll attempt to make you better
Just so they don’t have to watch you bleed
So while your soul is shattered
And your heart doubly broken
You’ll hide behind a façade of smiles
And of words that are happily spoken.
