Smile and they think you're happy.
You say "I'm fine" and they believe you.
If you don't let them look into your eyes
No one will know the difference.
They're all too blind to see your pain
Or the inner turmoil churning inside.
You are at war with yourself
But no one knows the difference.
You tell yourself that you'll tell someone.
"I'll talk about it. I'll get help."
You swear you will but you don't
And no one knows the difference.
Sometimes you wonder if you're not invisible.
If you vanished, would anyone notice?
You think that you could disappear into thin air
And no one would know the difference.
Did you know that Rachel only likes birds of prey?! Say bye bye birdie!