I stare at the mirror which lies
How can I smile if I'm sad?
How can I laugh if I'm screaming?
How can I skip around if I'm in pain?
The grinning boy looking at me is fake
an empty vessel
I can't seem to understand
how she can smile
even with all this pain in the world
There is a boy behind the puppet
He wears nothing but black
His hair is red
His eyes are green…
A psychotic grin plastered on his face
A sharpened knife in his hand
He stabbed the happy boy in the heart
A dead man tells no lies