At War

I'm at war with myself.
Just trying to free me.
I'm a prisoner of war,
held hostage by me.

All of these wounds probably will heal,
but the scars that they'll leave
will last forever.
I will draw smilies on my face,
with a force to say I'm happy and fine.
Even though it's all just yet another lie.
When in front of anybody,
I'll cover up my vivid scars and hide the pain,
so I'll never have to explain.

So I'll walk home in the sunshine.
Those days hurt the most.
I'll wear the pain like a heavy coat.

Then at the end of another meaningless day.
Just like the routine i do everyday.
I take off my make-up and i come face to face with a girl i don't even recognize.

I'm getting so tired of pretending that everything is OK.
Cause those tears that i cry are starting to show more and more.
Then my smile starts to slowly fade away.
So when I'm all alone, i think of the pats and i just can't stand it and then i think of the present and i just get sad.

Jut another scar and just another memory.
So i cry only in secret so it will cover up my shame. I'm at war with my pain.
Will i ever be free?
Or am i sentenced for life.
To always have today's memories with tomorrow's tears.