The Role Model

Well I saw you out last night;
you were drinkin'.
And it looked like a good time,
and now I hear different:
how the teeth that cut your lip
as you're grinning
draw the blood that shows the lengths you'll go not to burden the world.

To the hurting kind,
you're a role model.
It takes guts to save
your pain from your friends.

I heard things are going well;
that's the rumor.
But you called to bring me down,
so I will know better:
how the smile that hurts your face is so tiring;
'cause I know the effort brings only bitterness.

To the hurting kind,
you're a role model.
It takes guts to save your pain from your friends.