So take a good look.
Those photos that you've made.
The fake memories supplanted
And all of because of where you are.
Take a good look.
The smile used to mean something
Now it is consumed with lies
Hiding back the emotions
Force it on a little longer
The photo's almost done
Burn the bared-teeth expression
The wide-eyed grin of self-loathing
Smile and take it further
Just wait for the click
And you can go back -
Back to hating everything -
All that you've become.
You used to stand for more.
But now -
You're just a fake smile in a photograph.
Post it on faceboook.
Grin with all your might
And with each passing picture
That records you so-called life
Look back at what you've become
And die a little more inside.
This face used to mean something.
The smile used to bring out the best.
Now -
You've become consumed
Even a smile covering such lies
Can't hold back the tears.