You see me smile, it's just an act.

You ask me if I'm fine, I lie but isn't part of acting?

You don't know that I've planned my escape.

I want to see my brother who became an angel before he was born.

I want to hear my grandpa playing trumpet again like when I was young.

I want to escape my from my own thoughts that say cruel words.

I act like I'm fine so that you don't worry.

I pretend to be happy but each day I wish I could escape.

I act like I'm fine but slowly dying on the inside