More Than Just A SMILE

Last

Eyes, still not dry from crying.
Lips, still telling my mind different things than it tels its self.
Still confused, and broken by expectation from others.
You said you loved me, but you like her more. Even if it is just as friends, i'm comming second place.
Sitting on my bed, with broken expectations from myself and others, and a gitar in my hands. I can't play.
But just like my smile in the daylight, i'll keep on faking it until my mask breaks to.
This was 50. 50 to less and 50 to much.
Deep inside i'm giving up, my mask can't bear all this hate and dissepointment. I'll be lost in thouths.