So many fake acts,
So many sad smiles,
What a paradox
What we do sometimes
We try to be good enough,
Show the people our worth,
But somehow we always fail,
Cause we never can fathom
Others' expectation
Does anybody care
About who I am,
Who I really am,
When I'm alone?
If I do something great
And I become well-known,
People suddenly
Start to like me.
Cause yeah, that's how we work:
If you are famous,
I will like you.
If you do this or that,
I will care about you.
But then God says:
No, I won't be like that,
I will care about you,
Just open your heart
And I would love you
How no human can.
