My fake smile can’t cover up the lies,
How I’m unhappy and my life’s a disguise.
My tears tell a story of how I really feel,
With each tear that drops the pain becomes more real.
My laughter is almost non-existent, it cannot be seen by the naked eye,
How everyday I walk around praying that I’ll soon die.
My sorrowful cries can be heard by all, through the night,
Yet all my unhappiness will fade away only for the light.
The light of everyday awakening the fake me,
But if you don’t look closely the real me you’ll never see.
Yet the light of truth cannot help me with my disquise,
disguiseried with all my might to change but now I can’t even try.
My tears can fall down one by one saying that this it,
I’m completely fake with fake smiles and fake laughs, don’t be scared because that I will admit.
That everyday you see my face you are seeing the fake me,
Yet how did I get caught up in this? Tell me how can this be.
I hate the way I look and act seen through my eyes I am a fake,
But if I don’t hide the true me inside, I’d have a lot more at stake.
Friends that’ll disappear and call me a s l u t and a b i t c h,
Because I was lying and a fake I might as well say this is it.
And if there are friends out there who will stay, they will wonder if I am true,
Because once upon a time I was a fake and had to lie to you.
I don’t need sympathy and I don’t need a break,
I will show you everything if it’s what you’ll take.
But what I really need is to actually be understood,
To have friends and laughter, no more fakeness if I could.
Yet all these things are a wonderful dream,
I am still fake, trying to pull of this horrible scheme.
But just to let you know these tears are not fake,
They’re they only “real me†thing that I can make…
