They think they know what we go by.
Do they know what's underneath my skin?
Is happiness what my skin shows in my soul and I?
They think I don't mourn for what I've been!

I lean upon the trees and hide in the shadows.
I smile outside and cry in my heart.
I weep all day for all the sorrows.
Can they tell each time I fall apart?

Is it easy to stand each time you fall?
What if you can't get through the wall?
Once you stood, you lost your smile in the dim!
'Fake' can be the last word to describe me in the lim!

My colourless life left without a light.
Reality lies beyond your sight!
It was unseen and stays concealed,
While I fake my smile and remain unveiled!