We pretend to be alive
When we died so long ago
You know that spirits cannot thrive
On air, food, and drink alone

We wear a happy face while
All our spirits grow so cold
It takes more than just a smile
To bring cheer and warm the soul

We tell our friends we’re okay
While we suffer deep inside
Why bother with these words we say
When they just seem to be lies

While this life you may defend
Friend, I’m tired of pretend.