I smile on the outside
I tell all I'm OK.
I mess around
And like to pretend
That I'm having fun.
When someones down,
I try and help
I do the best I can.
But each time I do
I lose a piece of mind
And an even bigger part
Of my growing smaller heart.
I just like to pretend
That my life is grand
Or that there is no end.
And people just don't understand.
They come and go
But none of them know
All of my woes.
They know none of the truths
I so greatly hold within.
I build up lies
Making me rise
Until the day
That I finally fall.
I do my best
I honestly try
But I'm stuck here all alone.
I need someplace to go to
Somewhere I can just float through
And until the day
That I finally find my place
I will stay here
And just smile,
One that lasts a mile.
So I can pretend to live
In blissful ignorance
Until the time that no one
Ever surrounds me again.
Then I'm at liberty
To be just me
And can let the tears
Fall freely.
False and withered
Stuck and alone
Is poor
Little
Me.
