Fake smiles

not one for real smiles but il fake it for you all
been livin this same dream, that maybe one day my hands will be clean.
blood dried hands, my knife has got to gleam.
using it to tear your heart because im tired of it being mine.
always gotta be me with the scars
all these marks on me not going to take me very far
guess the world lets me life one more night
one more gory story blood always blocking me sight
people say that im always so depressed
maybe its because my emotions are always repressed
you may ask whats with me, whats wrong in so many ways
my emotions all up in this phrase
not one for real smiles but il fake it for you all