Vizard

I make things for happiness
Powered and filled by emptiness
I'm a person who is really weak
And my strength is all fake
Its a thing that i kept not to leak
Coz if that happen it will make me sick

It is true i always laugh
Are you sure those laugh is a fact
Maybe it is part of the act
Just to look i'm tough
Or it is a mask with a smile
Which imitates my happiness
And this is my style
To hide loneliness

All i do is pretend to be strong
By wearing a mask with a smiling face
Which task is to erase all those trace
To make me look that nothing is wrong