Those thought of theirs have you seen how different they all are
On the outside they are sheered with glamour for they never show their real self
         Their thoughts that hunt me letting go of it isn’t easy
              I know it’s not easy
             I know I don’t understand
      But I know, I know and you can trust me
            That coat of glamour that you wear
    I won’t take it no, I wouldn’t dare that’s what keeps you going I know
                That glamour don’t you ever get tired of always
                     Putting on that face.
             Alive and happy on the outside
          Dead and shattered on the inside
       I wish I could help – I know I can –I know I try
Nevertheless, in the end you always end up giving up
                             On yourself or on me