Smile, darling, smile,
Hide it all away.

"I'm not hungry"
All it takes,
To tell a perfect lie.

Long sleeves and long pants,
"I don't like to swim"
Check her wrists but not her thighs,
And yet you wonder why?

She could always fool you,
"I'm feeling so much better"
She knew you wouldn't look too far,
Beyond your rose colored glasses.

The truth is, she's nearly dead.
Slipping, sliding, falling, now,
She's hanging by a thread.

So smile, honey, smile,
They've let her slip away.