How long until someone sees the real me?
When can I take off my smile and cry true tears?
Is anyone looking close enough to hear the way my words seem fake?
Does anyone notice what my words really mean?

Will I be able to bear this pain any longer?
Should I have to?
Would I have had to?
Could I not have had to?

Two, I'm split into two
The me I see and the me for you
When I leave the room nothing seems true
Was it just me or was it you?

I question the facts 
Is that normal?

Everyone's forced to act
Or is that just how I react?

My smiles aren't real
My laughs are the same deal

I can still feel happy
But it isn't the same as joy
They can feel sad
But it's different from this pain I feel

I'm drowning in a sorrow that keeps pushing me deeper
It keeps pushing me into the unknown that is emptiness

Soon I won't have to act
Because all that's gonna be left of me are pieces
Soon I won't have to act
Because I won't care enough to hide the brokenness underneath