No scream escaping your forcing grip.
No cry slipping through your tight lips.
No fear reaching from your fingertips.
No sadness seeping out of any tears or rips.

Not a single tear streaming down your face.
Simple perfection, poised with grace.
Let good emotions falsely replace.
Stay flawless, dressed in silk and lace.

All feelings bottled up inside.
All feeling trapped, and forced to hide.
All feelings unable to leak a small cry.
All feelings stuck. Happiness a lie.
No use to try.

Put on a smile, leave it there.
Don't take it off, don't you dare.
Nobody needs to really care.
It's your fault. It's only fair.

Keep quiet. Don't let them see.
Keep quiet. Let the truth be.
Keep quiet. Listen to me.
Your true feelings will never be free.

life, death, and somewhere in between
what is the purpose?
what dose this all mean?
to live is to experience both heart ache and joy,
to spend each day not knowing lifes ploy.
Death is the void the living dread,
lifes greatest secret she guards with the dead.
but somewhere in between lies the prison that holds me,
a place that both living and dead avoid gladly.
I am not dead,
I feel lifes warmth flow through my veins,
I feel lifes kiss and I know of lifes pains.
But I am not alive,
I watch from fogged glass all the people around,
watch as lifes play amuses, astounds.
To feel what they do,
To take part in lifes waltz.
To be embrase the void,
To be rid of my faults.
life, death, and somewhere in between,
what is the purpose?
what dose this all mean?