Alone

I look in the mirror and tell the man I see there that I'm happy, I'm fine, I'm okay, maybe I'm just getting by I swore I would not lie any more when I lie to everyone everyday I breathe There's an art to the way I move and there's an art to the way I talk there's an art to the way I lie to everyone there's an art to getting by you don't need to believe the idea that if you say something often enough it will come true maybe it won't, maybe someday it will but either way you can just get by place a smile on your face walk with you head held high laiugh when they tell a joke and they won't notice if you cry in your sleep wipe away the tears before you get up no-one ever has to know the way you lie to them all..