Flash a smile
Or fake a laugh
And move on forward
Because it will all be in the past;
Someday.
Someway.
Somehow.
Before it's too late
And your emotions get the best of you
And your head stops spinning
From all of the thoughts that they fill it with
And the pain you can't hide
Anymore.
Without the evidence on your sleeves
How is anyone supposed to believe
That you're a mess on the inside of your head
And out?

These patches of fog that hang overhead
Amongst the highest mountain peaks
Are the same ones that cloud my mind
And cling to every corner
Masking my emotions.

We all have flaws, and we know it.  No one is perfect, and perfect shouldn’t even be a word in the dictionary, because what use does it have? Perfect body? What makes some of us think it’s perfect? Oh yeah, that’s right, the ******* media.  Trying to tell us our flaws won’t be accepted in the real world so we must change ourselves to look like the ‘perfect’ celebrity. The lyrics are saying that he didn’t accept his flaws, and kept them hidden.  But the person being addressed to accepted their flaws and is trying to help the singer accept them too.  ‘We’ll see that we need them to be who we are…’  We must all accept them.  We are scared of being different because it’s not ‘normal.’  If we were all the same, there would be nothing special about us.  The internal struggle of not accepting who we are is normal.  We are struggling to hide ourselves, because we are ashamed of whom we really are.  We single out our flaws and try to ‘fix’ them and try to be perfect.  But in the end, we’re not.  
a.a.

Where did the child go?
The one I used to know,
He would talk real slow,
Always wanting to grow

He is gone
Like a fading song
On the breeze
between the trees

He is not under a rock
Nor beyond a casket lock
He is dead in my mind
It seems so very unkind

Innocence lost
A young Lifes cost
Caught in this ever changing place
Wandering hopeless... Not sure where to face

Then the voices strike
Shouting using my mental mic
"Your no good"
"You wish you could"

Try to run
Can't outrun the gun
it's the voices
Criticizing his choices

Beaten and ******
His feet all muddy
Fingers  broken back
His ribs about to crack

Innocent child
His spirit is wild
He refuses to be docile
For the longest while

The voices rise
to cause his demise
to crush the boy
Who cries for a toy

Bullied Into the dirt
His life so very short
A sliver still survives
Struggling hard to thrive

Into the darkness
Of The mind
There are voices
You will find

Tears rushing down,
collisions,
where have I gone,
spiraling out,
suspended.