I mean really see me through my tears?
Do you see beyond my smile?
Can you peer into my soul?
Oh how I desire for someone to see. To see me, pass my smile. Pass the warm hugs. Until then I will continue on… onward and upward is the cliché right? I suppose that is what I’ll do press forward.
Fake it until I make it, huh?
I guess that’s what my life has come to…