Just put it, in the back of your mind.

No one really cares, about your kind.

No one really cares, what you have to say.

No one really cares, what's wrong with you today.

Just wade through it, like you have tons of times before.

Would it really hurt to paint on a smile once more?

Interact, to the best of your ability.

Straighten your posture... it can show through your mobility.

Go through the day, as originally planned.

Smile,

laugh,

hug...

Kiss,

shake hands.

Do what you need, to push through and survive.

Cause tonight, the haunting horrors inside come alive.

And with their presents, come detrimental blessings.

The release of the days (and lifes) troubles, that leave others guessing...

Your state of mind, and sanity.

As you lay naked in the floor, beneath a shattered vanity.

No more internal krys, no more silent screams.

No need to explain, my angels know what I mean.

3:17 in the morning, I've found salvation in the blade.

2 pints of blood for a few hours of peace seems like a fair trade.

A temporary escape from the torment and sorrow...

But don't get too comfortable, it will all return tomorrow.

Through everything, I should consider...

It is this that I try to remember....


Just front


like nothing is wrong.


Just front


like you actually belong.


Just front


like everything is all right.


Just front for now...



Cause you can kry tonight.