It seems all I do is fake,
I'm no longer the person behind the mask,
But more the mask in front of the real me,
Did I forget how to be real?
Or did make myself forget?
With you I am real,
You've seen me cry, seen me bleed,
You've held me as the fears rushed through,
Soothed me as the walls fell down,
But as soon as you leave my side,
When your arms aren't round me,
And our fingers aren't intertwined,
I'm fake again,
And I smile,
Forced and strained,
Because even though you make me happy,
I'm not a smiley person,
I'm not a happy person,
But for you, I'll be anyone.