Yes, I've seen all of your smiles
I know that they're all fake
I'm familiar with that gutless feeling
when you're just about to break.
When you're popular, but friendless
just the opposite of alive
when you don't bother for a truce
When you just don't want to try.
You don't have the heart to stop
not enough strength to go straight
When the future just seems dead
And when failure seems like fate.
