The Faces We Put On

Maybe it's the face that we put on, That makes us feel like everything is alright, But we are all soo broken, That it weighs heavily when we take it off at night. We play pretend, Like we know what's going on inside, But the truth, It's always been a losing fight. We are all born grey, All of us are, May be some darker than others, The ones drowning at the bar. We are all losing the fight to life, It was from the beginning, a losing bet, The tiny glimpses of love and happiness blinds us, The truth! We are all trying to get by before death. Life gets us all, It spares not a single one, So put that face back on again, Atleast try to have some fun, So put that face back on again, And find that reason under the sun.