Fake smiles, fale people,
All that surrounds me.
Walking past the windows
Gives us a glimpse of what we are missing.
The people outside look joyous.
Free to leave! Free to live!
We are stuck here, in this vast wasteland,
Filled with the fake smiles, and the fake people.
So eerily quiet you can hear a pin drop,
The frantic clicks of a keyboard,
The pop of gum.
No one chooses to be here.
These fake smiles and these fake people,
Living their fake lives.
We know they aren't happy,
They know we aren't happy.