Every day I put on a
Mask
It fools every one but
Me
I’m tired of always
Being
Happy and never
Sad
I’m tired of
Acting
Like everything is
Fine
When all I want to
Do
Is sleep forever and
Never
Wake up
But
The alarm is
Still
There every
Morning
And I wake up
And
For once maybe I
Will
Be happy
On
The inside
Too

¤ Summer Of 1998