smileing at the world, she never cries.
laughing out loud, dying inside
helping people through thier petty existance
if they had her life they'd die in an instant
showing the world what they need her to be,
she's dying alone because they fail to see.
she gives them hope, and comforts thier fears
she wrapps them in love and shes done it for years
and at night when shes weiry, alone in her bed
so many past images run through her head
she tosses and turns but sleep doesn't come
and she thinks how easy it is for some.
with a pack of smokes and a glass of wine,
another sleepless night thats just fine,
just fine...