Look at the guy with the big smile on.
He laugh's. He's glad. He's moving on,
but few people know what's really in his mind.
Sadness.
Longing.
Wishes that might not come true.

He's a master of disguise.
The man you see does not really exist.
He's just a puppet, made to not show what lies beneath his master's heart.
He's made to feel no emotion. He's made to simulate it,
and still his repertoire is limited.

This puppet seems so lifelike.
He breathes, he laughs, he acts like one of us.
How can he not be real?

A voice he can't use is choked in a scream.
He cries for help, but he can't be heard.
He now lies beneath his puppet, never to come out again.

No tears come out. No sobbing. No nothing.
Only a fake laugh, a fake smile.
He dies within his creation.

No! It cannot save him.
He's doomed!
He doomed himself in this fake but effective prison.
No more warmth in his heart.
Only the cold of this prison cell he crafted to save him.

How ironic to be killed by what was supposed to save you from yourself.
No one is safe from themselves.
Either we hide or we fight, but we still end up the same.