Step right up, the show begins, Painted hearts and plastic grins. Every cheer’s a little lie, I dance and laugh, but don’t know why. Vacant smile, can’t you see? It’s the mask that’s wearing me. Round and round, the laughter spins, Hollow joy beneath my skin. Trumpets shout, the lights go wild, I'm a fool, a lonely child. Tears that sparkle, sugar sweet, Fall in rhythm to the beat. If you clap, I’ll bow again, Dreaming I can feel the pain. Empty heart behind the show, Still pretending — on we go. Vacant smile, I can’t hide, I’m the ghost the crowd supplied. When the lights go dark awhile, All that’s left — a vacant smile.
