Faking It

Crying inside, dying inside,
Losing my grip, I'm trying to survive.
Behind my half veiled and shuttered eyes,
I have to keep speaking lie after lie.

I feel that I have to say every single day
That everything's fine, and I'm doing okay.
Yet I know that given just enough time
I'm going to give up and cross that fine line.

The line that defines between being here and not
And marks the end of a battle fiercely fought.
So rather than trying to figure what I should say
I'm gonna keep faking it - Just like I did yesterday.