But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You hear a laugh on the outside,
But that's all you can hear.
What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?

You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
But that's all you can smell.
What if it smells of death on the inside?

You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
But that's all you feel.
What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?

You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
But that's all you can taste.
What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the outside?