Why am I here? Who am I suposed to be? I'm living a lie in my very own dream.
My smiling face isn't at all what it seems.
I cover my feelings, I hide my pain.
I constantly wonder if I am going insane.
Wake or dream, life or death.
Can't you see, there is NOTHING left?
I'll cut my heart out & give it to you.
Then you'll see why I feel the way I do.
Take a knife, shove it deep in my chest.
I'll fake a smile, & make it my best.
Forget me now before I am dead.
And don't let the memory of me intrude your selfish head.
