[Verse 1: Ezra Allen]
I smile for the nights that follow
Take joy in the ups that borrow
From downs so deep they burrow into memories hidden
I laugh through tears through songs that bring me near
To thoughts unspoken, barriers broken
Placed in defence now used against me
I ride a roller coaster that's cable snaps regularly
And in seconds my mind changes drastically
Stretch thin elastic, far from mr fantastic
But still I remain enthusiastic

[Bridge: Ezra Allen]
Please Smile, please Smile
Takes a step to run a mile
Please Smile, please Smile
Hasn't been that fake in a while

[Hook: Cheyne Moreira]
Oh
I feel I’m folding in
A mask that will enrich
I'm never home without a smile
Oh
The self love have lost
I’ll be alone
Or
Never be alone but it’s hollow company

[Verse 2: Ezra Allen]
I’m going to laugh, make jokes
You might not find funny
Because you’ll leave and I’ll turn runny
I’m going to talk, drop facts be a distraction
Because later I’ll have no words or passion
Want to be Mr Brightside
And Smile Like I Mean it
But most of my energy Is spent trying
To make you believe it
I’m going to enjoy this fleeting high
Because when it comes to goodbye
We aren’t on good terms
The darkness yearns, I hold on tight

[Bridge: Ezra Allen]
Please Smile, Please Smile
Takes a step to run a mile
Please Smile, Please Smile
Hasn't been that fake in a while

[Hook: Cheyne Moreira]
Oh
I feel I’m folding in
A mask that will enrich
I'm never home without a smile
Oh
The self love have lost
I’ll be alone
Or
Never be alone but it’s hollow company

[Verse 3: Ezra Allen]
Just destroyed my nails again

Is it stress? Stress is a factor, it doesn't matter
It’s about self control, I lack it, It’s all clatter
Work - Sleep - Words - Eat , Work - Hard - Elite
Too - Much - Retreat, Need - Time - To Breathe

Break through It’s all you
You’re the solution, so when they ask
Tell them of the tasks, completed
The success, skip over the excessive stress
Tears, shaking, insomnia

They don’t buy broken things, rotten fruit sit on shelves
So we paint ourselves pretty, instead of getting help

Lips streaked with joy eyes glued innocence
Boy you’re a man, so learn to smile, stand straight
Emotion isn’t stylish, crying is childish
You’ll be able to hold it in with mileage
And when your sad make it silent

When you see weakness, salt the wound
While you remain sleepless
Assume they just can’t take it
They are the weak link: break it