Your smile is a mockery, a taunt.
When I know the cold blank face of your soul is gaunt
Like a skeleton rattling flowers in its hollow eyes
I hate the gaiety of your disguise.

Lie to me if you must, if it's what you want
But your happiness holds no more substance than a haunt,
A ghost of what you could be if you tried.
But heaven knows that you alone decide.

You say that it's for me, this grand charade,
But this is not a mask that I have made.
This eery, phony grin that tugs your cheeks,
And makes me far too sick inside to speak.

A smile from you says not that you are glad,
It speaks of something you have never had.
It tells the story plain as day of your deceit,
Crumbling to triumph at your own feet.

It makes me ill to see that you're a shell,
You've given the pain up, the love as well.
Stripped yourself right down to sandy dust,
All that's left of strength a pale and crackling husk

Brittle, dry as paper, and as blank,
You smiled at me and oh, how my heart sank.
All those months I died so you would live,
And you squandered every ounce that I could give.

And now for my sake, you have died "for me"
And locked your soul away without a key
When what I wanted all along was not your lies,
But for you to be the kind of free that won't apologize.