You live a life not quite worth living.
Tell me, how is it befitting
to dance around and laugh all day
yet, underneath, house all this pain?
It isn't right to cry at night
And in the morn' say it's alright.
Pretending life is worth your while:
That, my dear, is called denial.
If you can laugh and dance at day,
Then surely you can stand to say
That laughing isn't half the fun
When you're laughing alone without anyone.
And dancing by yourself can be
Anguish no one ever sees.
If you can stand to do all this,
You're strong enough to invent bliss.
But when you smile it doesn't hide
The agony you feel inside.
And your dancing isn't giddy steps;
It's pain inside your lost heart's depths.
Dancing solemnly with a ghost of a grin,
You're waiting for this life to end.
But to say this is life would be a lie;
This is just what happens before you die.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
You live a life not quite worth living.
Tell me, how is it befitting
to dance around and laugh all day
yet, underneath, house all this pain?
It isn't right to cry at night
And in the morn' say it's alright.
Pretending life is worth your while:
That, my dear, is called denial.
If you can laugh and dance at day,
Then surely you can stand to say
That laughing isn't half the fun
When you're laughing alone without anyone.
And dancing by yourself can be
Anguish no one ever sees.
If you can stand to do all this,
You're strong enough to invent bliss.
But when you smile it doesn't hide
The agony you feel inside.
And your dancing isn't giddy steps;
It's pain inside your lost heart's depths.
Dancing solemnly with a ghost of a grin,
You're waiting for this life to end.
But to say this is life would be a lie;
This is just what happens before you die.
