He wakes up each morning Wipes the sleep from his eyes He dreads the newly awaken day Just the same as always, waking up to live a lie He doesn't understand the teasing He ignores the laughs and stares He goes from class to class each day Wondering if she cares
She wakes up each morning To another wonderful day She smiles into the mirror but sighs As her reflection slowly fades away The mirror shows her beauty But not what lies skin deep She smiles on the outside But at night she begs and pleads She comes home to any empty house, full of angry words If you look into her eyes, they will tell you her sorrows She wishes he would care for her And she cries each night dreading tomorrow
They see him as an outcast They see her as a beauty He sits alone at lunch and writes While she watches him and wonders, "Why can't that be me?"
He doesn't want to wake each day Living another lie She doesn't want to wake each day Knowing that she will cry
They think of her as perfect They don't see him as a whole He just wants to be accepted While she's crying to free her soul
She finds an escape through writing She pours out every ounce of emotion He finds an escape through writing He pours out every ounce of devotion
Coming home to silence They seek comfort in each other's thoughts Crying themselves to sleep each night They think of who they are and what they are not.
