On The Inside

Every once in a while, everybody must smile on the inside. After all of the miles, after all of the styles, still the inside. Some say it’s only a game, but it’s never the same on the inside. It’s too late for guilt or for shame, or to change your name on the inside. You know seeing is believing, but looks can be deceiving You can miss what’s most revealing on the inside. If you’ve got something to say, you can throw it my way on the inside. It’s tomorrow, it’s not yesterday, you know there’s still a way, from the inside. One word in the words that you heard, something suddenly stirred on the inside. You’ve sketched out your private fate, hopefully not too late on the inside. You know seeing is believing, but looks can be deceiving You can miss what’s most revealing on the inside. I’m soaking in my self-reflection that whisper’s now a shout. I’m locked inside my introspection And I can’t seem to find my way out. Every once in a while, everybody must smile on the inside. After all of the miles, after all of the styles, still the inside. You know you know, you know you know you know on the inside.