Physically I'm present with a smile on my face But my mind has drifted off to a cold demented place Where I can't hide from my problems because their looking me dead in the eye Broadcasting my pain and relishing in the past to fulfill it's heartless high I try to escape this pain and yet I can't find the door marked exit But on the outside my joy is something that ceases to persist My soul looks through my eyes and cries with envy Because it's stuck in Hell longing to be free It's a prisoner to itself with no timetable release But on the outside I do nothing and relax while shooting a breeze Why can't my insides reflect my cool free spirited outer demeanor? Better yet why can people on the outside hear my laughs but not see my burning tears?