Summer of Bubblegum

Smile
Even though you're dead inside
Just smile
Maybe It'll be okay
And they won't notice the tears.
Maybe you can tell yourself it doesn't hurt
You've lied to yourself before...
Isn't that why you're in this mess?
A summer of bubblegum,
stories and boys
Turned into a summer of tar you can't seem to get yourself out of
And the bird they call irony
Chirps his song away from high in the willow
Where the shade fails to cover your scars