Another sordid layer covering my nihility,
Sheltering my weak human being,
Coating an perpetual implosion
That one day will become to surface,
Exposing my real condition...

My pain,
My tears,
My desires,
My weakness...

Layer over layer,
Years of fake smiles,
Years of "yeah, i'm fine"
Years of lies.

All of them will fade in theirselves.
 
But until then
I'll fake joy,
Over my grief.