Laughing with the sinners;
Crying with the saints.
Everybody makes me out to be something I ain't.
Expectations imposed; lofty goals set in place.
No-one ever sees a frown on my face.
Too nice to say no, too self-conscience to answer why
I always have that blank look in my eyes.
Shake it off with a smile,
Make sure no-one's concerned.
Have to bear alone the burden which I've learned.
Easy to see, but hard to tell,
My world's in a hand-basket headed for hell.
Crying with the sinners;
Crying with the saints.
I guess we're all something we ain't.