- cifra
I hope my smile
can distract you
I hope my fists
can fight for two
So it never has to show
And you'll never know
I hope my love
can blind you
I hope my arms
can bind you
So you'll never have to see
What we've grown to be
Chorus:
One may think
we're alright
But we need pills
to sleep at night
We need lies
to make it through the day
We're not ok
One may think
we're doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We're losing ground
with every passing day
We're not ok
But that's one thing
I would never
One thing I would never
That's one thing
I would never say to you
