Does he know what really goes on
Behind closed doors, behind blue eyes
She still sits in her bed at night
Her head in her hands, and cries
Shes not who she pretends to be
Not smart, funny, or strong
Her beautiful disguise is fading
She wont be able to hide for long
One Pill here, another there
A third one and she hits the floor
And yet her pain still remains
And again she takes some more
The days with her seems fine
All smiles jokes and laughter
The nights are a different story
You wouldn�t get what happens after
Her head races and thoughts stream in and out
All the hurtful memories and lies she keeps at bay
She tries her best to repress them when dawn breaks
Putting on her mask for another day
She doesn�t know if he would be okay
Knowing she pretends to be someone shes not
Would he be okay knowing her smiles are fake
And she really doesn�t laugh a lot
Would he be okay knowing
At night, alone her sorrow spill from her eyes
While, without her permission
Her mind replay all of the spiteful lies
Her mask is quickly fading away
As her control is silently breaking
She doesn�t want anyone to know
Her happiness, shes all along been faking
