If we rebel we're Failures in society's eyes.
I extrapolate my feelings, but i can't change even if i tried.
I can hold my breath, I can fake a smile, I can force a laugh, and be a good machine like everyone else, I can do it.
They can throw their words, they're sharper than a knife.
You take a deep breath and walk through the doors you got to be able to look into everyone's eyes. Everyone's clouded by lies, they're up in smoke with lies that everyone hides behind every single day of our lives.
Be careful there are some that can peek through your lies and expose them to the world, fights happen, the teasing, the drama.
You got to act like you don't care, like you can't hear the words they say.
In This itty bitty town, there's nothing better to do.
Count to ten.
Take it in.
This is life.
The war outside my door keeps raging on, we pray to him to make it stop.
It hurts when you try to make things right, and all that they can see in you is Wrong.
I guess it's true what they say "Trust is like a paper, once it's crumpled it can be perfect again."
You walk through the halls, and everyone's eyes look at you, with disappointment.
" Don't make me feel like that, I beg of you, please don't. " in my head**
Nobody will care until it's their turn and everyone's against them.
Nobody will ever know if a he or she is being tortured with the words from their mouths, because no one can speak there mind, not nowadays. They hide their emotions with the lies, fake smiles and what not.
Troubles grow as you recount them, let it go and carry on. Live in the moment, But rebels are failures in society's eyes.
I can hold my breath, but for how long ?
I can fake a smile, but behind it is everything you'll never understand.
I can force a laugh, but you won't know if it was real or not.
there's some things they'll never know.
At this moment I'm hiding what I'm feeling, but I'm tired of holding this inside my head.
But I smile and act like nothing's wrong, it's called "dealing with it and staying strong."
