Why do I smile when it's only a fake?
Why do live when it's not for me?
Why am I here if there's no point in living?
Why do I ask the questions there will never be an answer to...?
Why do I laugh? When it's forced.
Why do I smile? When it's only for show.
Why am I happy? When the feeling soon goes away
Why do I love? When the feelings aren't real.