No one wants to see your tears
They only like the clown
With cherry lips and sassy quips
Hide away the pain
Steal it up inside
You know he said it’d pass
(Though he can kiss my ass)
So practice your fake smile
Paint it on if you have to
Don’t let them see you’re crumbling
Cracking under all the strain
Tell a joke
Deflect the truth
And smile, baby girl, smile.
Hugs to you, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sending me your song.
I love Fleetwood Mac.
And your poem is cryptic and sad and very well said.
By the way, you DO have cherry lips!!!!!
(I have no lips... just thin little things where yapping comes out - not that I'm jealous or anything...)
Lol, You're such a nut! Yapping. Well, keep yapping Cathy. I like it. ;D
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks!