IF I had a million lives to live
    and a million deaths to die
    in a million humdrum worlds,
I'd like to change my name
    and have a new house number to go by
    each and every time I died
    and started life all over again.

I wouldn't want the same name every time
    and the same old house number always,
    dying a million deaths,
    dying one by one a million times:
    -would you?
              or you?
                    or you?

I'm just not feeling anything anymore.

I'm no longer who I was.
This smile used to be genuine.
Now I only paint it on for pictures
And awkward encounters with strangers.

Gotta turn on that smile to make them all
Feel okay about leaving me after we share
That split second of recognition
That single moment of a certain something
Before going our separate ways.

I'll smile for you
If that's what you need
To feel okay about
Knowing that I'm not okay.