Trading Places

I'm surrounded in a crowded room, yet I feel so alone
I wonder if anyone else feels the same, or am I on my own
I look around and see all the smiling faces
But what would it be like if we all traded places?

What would it be like if we all traded shoes?
Would we all have similar issues?
What would we do if we realize that the smiles were fake?
When we realize the faults of others, and all their mistakes?

When we realize their pain, would we want ours back?
And actually find happiness with our life, we once lacked
Would we look at others the same?
Or just exit the same way we came?

Sometimes it's hard to believe someone has it worse than you
We never know all the pain that others go through
Would you stop and give them a chance?
Or just keep walking as if you were in a trance

I look around and see all the smiling faces
But what would it be like if we all traded places?