art of lies

people often said she looks happy but deep down there's a void that they can't see little cracks, several cuts she smiles and hides away her tears, she calls it art she watches everything like a movie dried tears, this is not my reality hides away in her dreams, too afraid to be seen Pathetic, that's what she was A girl with her hands tied in the past blade in her hands, tears that fell down she's happy but there's blood all over her gown Smiles, put a little facade she was nothing but a fraud her soul died in sunlight she grieves for it at midnight