• Portraits line the walls here
    But all of them smile
    Its a funeral home
    Not a hall of fame

    I close my eyes
    Shutting them out
    But I can still feel them looking
    Staring, endless lies

    Do people smile when they die?
    If I could speak to you again
    That is what
    I would ask

    Mom calls me forward
    I have to open my eyes
    I try, mom understands
    She knows and goes along with these lies

    They put your picture up as well
    I can see tears in moms eyes
    I try to cry
    But I can't, not knowing that these are all lies