Smile like you mean it please
Don’t mould that plastic smile from your clay face
Dont say what you don’t mean from your bottom of your heart
It’s written all over your face
Nothing you said is sincere, I suppose
But then, I do not wanna assume
Ask your bloody heart whether has it turned colder or harder
And whether are you making a fool out of everyone else
Or have you been fooling yourself; making a joker out of your face?
Because you’re blinded by your own “perfection”.

p/s: i am just ranting.