It would be so easy for me to pretend, to be something I'm not.
It would be all to easy for me to be the me you would love to see.
It would be nothing but easy for me to slide down these stairs,
wear a stupid grin and just pretend it's not really me.

But at the end of the day,
it is just me under this skin.
Behind the clothes and stupid grin
is just this kid.

At the end of your day,
you may see what you want
but you seem to not see me.

It would be easy for me to sit back and play this game,
let the dice roll and take my place.
See you with a smile and move up a couple of spaces.
But in the end it'll just be me, nothing more and nothing less.
Unless you see me as me, you'll never know who me is.

I am quite tired.
These lovely feelings race through me,
sort of like I was expired, being trite and all.

I can try and concoct rhymes,
eye please schemes,
wasted times and very sad dreams.

There is some sort of order,
last time I checked there was at least.