I'm wearing lipstick on my cheek, a subtle reminder of you and me.
People are smiling, looking at what seems to be young love. Young love that isn't meant to last.
People are smiling, knowing what is going to come. All the meaningless rants and arguments, all the silly fights.
People are smiling, but we both know that it's just a facade.
On their faces are scowls bent into crescent moons just to hide the envy and hatred etched deep inside their hearts.
On their tongues are heart-warming words and compliments to cover all the filthy statements that are boiling in their mouths just on the verge of going out.
But we'll be laughing at their faces because the lipstick on my cheek, the arm around my shoulders, the hand on my chest, the giggles and laughs, all those moments they'll last a lifetime.