Every morning I wake up to this voices in my head Is like am a slave locked in the prison of my own mind I carry this fake smiles on my lips all day Dying inside but looking so healthy My friends say I look good, a stranger walked up, and said I like your smiles it sounds good right?  But it only breaks my soul it cripples my heart that none can see the pain in my eyes so everyday I fall deeper into the dark, with the pretense gradually fading away I fell in love with depression now I'm staring at this knife in my hand Please tell my world I couldn't pretend no more