Angel and devil.

I'll put on a fake smile,
pretend I'm all right.
I'll laugh in the days
And cry in the night.

I know everybody sees me as a lucky girl,
To have everything I do,
but I feel unconfident,
'I will grow out of it', if only I grew..

It must be even worse for him,
To love me,
and say all those sweet words, to try to make it better..
And I'll just be stubborn and disagree.

Actually I won't, but my thoughts will.
Because I'm constantly in a fight with my thoughts,
I'll find myself ugly, impatient, annoying and complicated
When really, I'm not.

Those thoughts of mine are like two little voices,
the devil and angel on my side.
And when the devil comes out,
All I really want to do is hide..

Cause he's mean,
He makes me think I'm worthless,
But the devil will leave,
If what I felt, I'd express.

So if I'd do that.
The angel would be more on my side,
And the devil would be gone,
Because I don't have anymore feelings to hide.