Everyone thinks I’m smiling,
But that’s not how I feel,
Because inside I’m crying,
The outside isn’t real.
Because the things you’ll see,
Aren’t always real,
Sometimes they will be,
But they can be different from how they feel.
Some people are pretending,
Say that they’re alright,
They think that nobody’s listening,
But sometimes people might.
I wish I could talk,
About the things that are hurting me,
In the rain I love to walk,
Because nobody will see.
Sometimes I sit at home,
Sometimes I need a hug,
Sometimes I just want to be alone,
Sometimes I wish for luck.
But luck is a thing,
That’s not always around,
Sometimes I want to sing,
Sometimes I like to scream out loud.