no comfort for me now
You see this pasted-on smile
and you think everything is fine?
How can you not see through me?
I'm just this whisper in the wind
almost gone now
But you act like everything's normal
like I'll be here forever
like I'm one of you
How is this not obvious
that I'm hurting and out of control?
that I'm not this happy or perfect?
I don't fit in here
it'll be better when I'm gone
just a little while more