I\'m smiling.
That means I\'m alright
But what if it really meant
I was dying tonight?
Would anyone cry?
I would never see
Isn\'t that right?
Poor little me?
The best kind of revenge
Means staying alive.
But how can that work?
I\'m way past the drive
Deserters, betrayers
Thieves, sad souls
All get in the way
of reaching my goals.
I\'m so sick
Oh, very sick
Of fake plastered smiles
From self centered cliques
In this day and age,
It\'s hard to believe.
That people drive innocents mad
What does that achieve?
Sorry, not sorry
Seems to be the saying
While you flaunt your words
Somebody else is paying
Is it really so hard
To keep us thriving?
So many after us,
No longer surviving.