That face I put on just to fool other people,
yeah I know it won't help me out in my sequel,
but it gives a sense of false happiness, everything's okay,
"Well we might as well smile and save the damn day!"
This thing tearing my apart is like a hidden disease,
it doesn't seem like it, but it's killing with ease,
I've let it win although I've struggled far too long,
can't fight it anymore, it's Mario against Donkey Kong.
So don't feel sorry for me, let me die in fake peace,
I've ran out of time, fell out of my lease,
the sad thing is, this sadness will last forever,
can't make time fly, just riding on the edge of a feather.