I sit
when I should run
and I wait
to come undone

I smile
when I cry
to deceive
hearts gone wry

Everyone trusts a smile
even when we lie

I sin
I know better
and I pray
to calm my soul
One that's afflicted
and sometimes not
one that is fresh
in frames might rot

I put on my best face
but my voice trembles
I stand into my haze
even in your embrace

At nights I sing
when I should bask 
Bask at what I did
pray for what I grasp

Maybe
I should do more
hope for the best
Maybe
I should do more
Maybe
I should rest