1, 2, 3, ...
And my day begins
Smile here... Smile there..
Yes, I am the face of perfection
I've mastered the art of pretention
Pretending to be okay
When my thoughts are in disarray
When pain is killing me softly
Yes, I wear mask everyday
Too afraid to be rejected in any way
Too scared to be labeled as a nobody
Too pretentious to admit that the life I lead is not easy
At the end of the day
When the lights went off and I'm all alone
The mask peels off
And tears just flow
But tomorrow the show continues.