I don't know how to feel,
my acting and me are both so real.
I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?
I don't know how to feel a thing,
my smiles and laughs are thrown with a 'fling.'
I don't know how to feel emotion,
my regrets and my feelings just sticking like lotion.
I don't know how to feel,
my acting and me are both so real.
I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?
Through the years, I've always fell,
through the years, I was doing "well."
Through the years, I was always "happy,"
through the years, I've become more "snappy."
I don't know hot to feel,
my acting and me are both so real.
I don't know how to feel at all,
why must I make my lies so tall?
Looking at you, looking at others,
I feel something that gives me bothers.
And now the question stands,
"Are these my feelings, or my acting's feelings?"