• What you see isn't me.
    Your looking at my mask
    you would never guess...
    never guess that I'm hurt
    Never know my depression
    Never see my sorrows.
    Hiding it all too well..
    Under my smile,
    Under my happiness.
    You would never guess
    That this is the real me.
    The me that hides.
    The me that runs and stumbles
    and cries and complains.
    The me that's heartbroken...
    ripped and torn and shredded
    The depression that swallows me whole...
    Hidden behind a lonely smile.