I;m tired of thee games we play
I don't want to play another day
The mask i wear it burns my eyes
Or is it all the silent tears I've cried?
The Smile Pasted upon mu face
Is so far from heavens grace
That is if there is even a heaven or hell
Right now it's so hard to tell
Why do we pretend were all alright
Is it to keep the truth far from sight
Is it easier to pretend were all OK
To help another would be out of our way
It seems we'd all rather have pain and strife
than to help another live a joyful life
