• The tears are done
    My nose is stuffed
    I put on my mask
    The mask of a cheerful ditz
    I walk downstairs
    Will they notice?
    Will they care?
    It's quiet
    Everyone doing their own thing
    I'm so pathetic
    I say it doesn't bother me
    But I'm lying
    It's killing me like a leech on my heart
    Sucking out all emotion, leaving me numb
    My mother looks at me
    Is my mask slipping?
    I give her an empty smile

    Just keep it up for another hour
    Cry yourself to sleep...