Try making faces, oh, don't you see?
A crooked grin, a tear-soaked plea.
I drew my joy on my tongue—see?
But it's a mess, a twisted plea.
A face like that, it wears no crown,
Smiling up while looking down.
The corners curl, but I feel no cheer,
A face to mask, a mind unclear.
Smile, smile—do it for me,
Even if your lips don't feel free.
I'll paint it on, you'll wear it too,
A mask so fake, a laugh so blue.
So smile, just smile, it's all a game,
A wretched art, no one to blame.
Try making faces, see if they stay—
Or will they crack and fade away?
Smile, just smile, the lines won't dry,
Try it, try it, but don't ask why.