Open the door,
and the pain is long gone.
Turn on the lights,
and fake your own smile.

We live in a world,
of heartbreak and pain.
We live in a world,
full of bullshit in vain.

Cover up bruises,
with make up and lies.
Cover your heart,
so they don't see the scars.
Clean your t-shirt and face,
so they don't see your tear-stains.

Live life to the fullest,
but I just want to sleep.
I can't take this anymore;
my scars are too deep.

I keep begging and begging,
for a love that's not mine.
I keep looking and looking,
where I know what I'll find.
And it's not treasures or gold,
it's just dissapointment in a bowl.

Tell myself that I'll make it,
"I won't give up this time."
I've gotten so good at lying,
that I'm not even crying;
instead I'm here smiling,
thinking of when I'll be okay,
knowing very well,
my happiness's a very long way.