Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in

Ack. That's usually said as a pick-me-up, but I never realized how depressing that song is.

Yeah...

(Aren't I wordy today.)