• I paint a smile upon my face,
    and you'll never know it's fake.
    With this smile, the pain goes away,
    and I can pretend everything's okay.

    　
    I laugh out loud with confidence,
    when, in fact, I'm afraid,
    to show the truth of what's beneath
    this smile made of paint.

    　
    This show that I put on,
    is so precise and rehearsed.
    You'd never know that earlier,
    I was overflowing with hurt.

    　
    But by myself, in my room,
    with no more paint left on,
    I'm no longer that fake person,
    and the real me comes along.

    　
    I stare into the mirror,
    as what's inside becomes illuminated.
    Someone so depressed and confused,
    would never be accepted.

    　
    And so it's time to once again,
    paint a smile upon my face.
    Because around the world it's aways on;
    And you'll never know it's fake.