She smiles at me most every day
But the pain behind her eyes paints a picture of despair
She worries I know she does
About the future of us and if we picture the same one
And it always stings a little to see her smile at me that way
To know that in happiness I have left pain.
I want to scream to stop lying, to stop holding it in because it's killing us both
But my lips do little more than quiver before mirroring her smile.
I can't bring myself to tell her that I see it
So I wait till it all comes crashing down.