A smile, the best disguise,
To hide the turmoil you keep.
For the mirror always lies.

Despite the endless cries,
That remain buried deep,
A smile, the best disguise.

Nothing seen in your eyes
To show the countless times you weep.
For the mirror always lies.

And as part of your soul dies
From the cuts that run too deep,
A smile, the best disguise.

Still unseen is the size
Of the burden that does not allow you to sleep.
For the mirror always lies.

For days of effortless tries
To hide the horrible truths you keep,
A smile, the best disguise.
For the mirror always lies.