Why do you...

Why do you smile, when you know you’re not ok?
I can see the sadness in your eyes, each and every day…

Why do you tell me to face my problems, and not to run away,
When you can’t do that yourself, though you put on quite a display…

Why do you say you love me, when it’s obvious that you don’t?
Why do you say it’ll be ok, when we all know it wont?

Are you just trying to protect me, from some horrible fate?
Because baby, you should know, you are much too late…