I got a smile on my face, but thats not how i feel,
Im jus trying to get through life and keep it real.
At night I have nightmares, but I say I have good dreams,
I always try to make everything better than it seems.
Instead of having happy thoughts before I go to sleep,
I lay there crying puddles that are at least three feet deep.
Daddy says he cares for me and that we love eachother,
But really at home, we're trying to kill one another.
I talk like my life is fun and I'm having a blast,
But on the inside I'm crying and living in the past.
Mom took me to a doctor to see what she had to say,
Doc thought I was bad, she put me on pills once a day.
She sent me to a counselor, I went and told her i was fine,
My pain wasn't her business, it was only mine.
You ask me whats wrong, and I answer with a "nothing I'm straight."
But on the inside I'm thinking and getting filled with hate.
I walk with my friends with smiles and humor,
I'm realizing my days are going down by the fewer.
I'm trying to look forward and be so strong,
But every single step I take feels so wrong.
I'm really trying to do good in life and do what I've been told,
But it feels like everytime I try and walk straight, theres always curves in my road.