I can smile
Pretend for the world that I'm okay
Tell my friends yesterday is gone
and tomorrow is going to be alright
but what they don't know . . .
What they don't hear is sound of my tears when i close the door
they don't see your memory running through my mind
they don't feel your lips against mine
they don't hear your voice echoing through these empty rooms
they don't hear the sound of my tears
This smile, it seems real
The sparkle in my eye, it only shines at the mention of your name
For the world around me, believes I'm leaving you behind
What they don't know . . .
What they don't hear behind closed doors is the sound of my tears
they don't see you holding me
they don't feel your breathe upon my skin
they don't hear you whisper in the night
they don't feel me missing you
they don't hear . . .
