Armor For Sleep

What if you find out
Everyone that's in your life
Is only being paid off
By a T.V. studio
And every conversation
Everyone's had with you
Was scripted by the writers
Living in Los Angeles
Smile for the camera
Put on a show for the viewers back home
Hide the truth so they'll never know
You hate what you got
Can't you love what you got?
So smile for the cameras that keep rolling
What if you find out
Everything that's in your life
Was only put in front of you
By people waiting for you to fall
And every time you trip up
Is all just a game
Nothing's really mattered