Even the sad ones smile...
Fearing my own reflection,
seeing what I've become...
Ashamed of my own selection.
Trying my best not to change,
so that I'll be remembered as I am...
Not as what I would be if I changed.
Some changes are only temperary,
some stay forever,
but this smile of mine....
This smile of mine hides what I really am.
From what you see,
From what you hear,
From what you think,
It's all different from what is.
It's all different from what you see.
From what you hear...
From what you think...
Although my face if often graced with this smile of mine at every meet,
You have no idea.
No idea as to how fake it is...
No idea from what it hides.
This cold,
dead,
black,
empty
heart of mine has given up.
This cold, dead, heart of mine..
Would Kill anyone
Kill anything,
just if you asked me to....
Even the sad ones smile.
have-a-heart Community Member 
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