And if a tear should come and if that tear should fall?
What would you have me do I was raised to stand tall.
My decieving smile, my incrypt secret, my unknown disguise
to cover the hate I refuse to acknowledge, the anger I despise.
It's not a lie, not a betrayal, and not a deception,
but it's how I've always lived, it's my way of protection.
Rarely does a tear ever come and more rarely does it fall,
but what would you have me do because with a smile I don't feel so small.
My decieving smile, my incrypted lies, my perfect disguise
to conceal all the pain and hide the tears I can't keep from my eyes.
It's not a lie nor is it a betrayal and it's not a deception,
it's my life, it's my wall, it's my shield of protection.
But if a tear should come and if that tear should fall,
what would you do if suddenly down came my once strong wall?
*My boyfriend heard I started to cry cause I was so mad at my dad and he wrote a poem
that basically said I don't want to see your smile if it's not what's on the inside. I'd rather see
your wrath than see your pretend smile and if you could promise me anything promise you
won't let another tear fall...in response I wrote this.