The smile you see upon my face
and the friends and the words and the place
are perfect and happy.
Everyone loves.
Everyone lives.
No one knows.
No one knows that this smile is a pretense.
It crept upon me
and I don’t know how to make it go away.
I’m dying inside.
Not another day,
with those cries and lies
that I know are hidden behind our masks.
There are so many secret conflicts
with ourselves and everyone around us.
The smiles
are pretty,
all burdened
with pity.
Not another moment of these lies,
these troubles in disguise.
Disguise your problems, baby.
Maybe they’ll go away.
Maybe they’ll suffocate in the depths or your mind.
Maybe they’ll drown in the tears of your heart.
Maybe they’ll burn in the fires of your soul.
Maybe they’ll just
disappear.
Because maybe I love you,
and maybe you love me,
and maybe this is all for nothing,
and maybe we’re just a bunch of kids,
and maybe we’re dying to know what love is.
I want to know what love is.
Will you be my love?
And can I be yours?
And
what is this we’re fighting for?
We are
fighting for lies,
fighting for love,
fighting for another chance,
another chance to make our days bright,
another chance to make our lives right.
This will never be right.
We will never be alright.
There’s always something
or someone.
She’s doing this with him;
He said that about her.
What a life.
What a world.
Words are weapons and we wield them without care.
We slit the wrists with knives
as easily as we slit the throats with words.
Take a stab at me, baby.
I dare you.
I’m here waiting for you
with open arms and open eyes,
smile on my face and my heart in its place.
I’d take it all for you.
I’m taking it all for you.
Lay it all on me.
It’s all on me.
My smile is on
so nothing is wrong.
Nothing can be wrong with her.
She’s the sunshiny hippie lover
who dances through life with the flowers in her hair
and love at her side.
Nothing can be wrong with her.
But
something’s wrong with me,
because I want him to love me
and I want him to understand
and I want to be cool with her
and I want my boy to be a man
and I want my friends to love themselves
and I want everyone to know
and I want my tears to come bravely
and I want my lies to show.
You think we don’t know life
or problems.
We’re just a bunch of kids.
But that’s exactly our problem.
We’re just a bunch of kids
and we don’t know what to do about it
anyway.