It might look like I’m fine
On the outside I laugh and smile
But I’m good at fronting
I do it so often
I can even convince myself
Everything is fine.

But on the inside
I’m burning
Eventually I will burn
From the inside out
For the world to see my problems.

Even if I did have the money
I couldn’t buy enough make-up
To hide what I feel inside.

It seems like it’s the smallest things
That go wrong
That slowly break down
The barrier to our hearts.

I tend to hide
Behind that barrier
So all I can feel is indifference.
I’m good at fronting.
But so was Macbeth
And look how he turned out.

 
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