The faces I make help me mask my pain
facades they're called in the games we play
I've got people fooled, they don't notice a thing
but I can't deceive myself, I still feel the sting.
My eyes bleed tears no one else sees
But my lips taste the pain of this false glee
Then there's that lump in my throat I always feel
The seed of guilt that springs from the truth I conceal
I know that smiles I give off are lies
and the more poison I swallow the more my soul dies
1 comment:
OOOh how emo- and right before dinner too! I like it ;-)
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