Looking at me will get you no where
because looks can be deceiving
Even though sometimes it seems
that seeing is believing
Lies are hidden everywhere
behind doors, and signs in places
Lies are placed in unseemly spots
on the masks of human faces
A certain type of lie is mine
I use it every day
I smile even though I'm crying inside
and pretend that I'm okay
In reality I'm broken
into a million pieces on the floor
Every day I question myself
can I do this anymore?
Lately Ive been giving in
to my usual temptation
To let people see how I really feel
and I'm loving the sensation
I'm lonely, and depressed
and I can't go on much longer
I need somebody to hold me close
So I can get a little stronger . . .
