Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
One minute I’m up
But then the next I’m down
It’s really hard
To fake this smile
When it’s easier to frown