Texty: Skye Sweetnam. Noise From the Basement. Smoke + Mirrors.

For someone so young and naive
Hard to know what to believe
Still I thought I tried for a while
Turning round and givin' up is not my style
On my own, on my own way

Bottled up is where my fears go, my fears go
I will never show my fear
They'll tear me up until' my tears show, my tears show
Smoke and mirrors

You must try hard, don't give in
Keep it up and you win
Don't let them know they get to you
Put on a brave face and you'll get through
On your own, on your own way

Bottled up is where your fears go, your fears go
You will never show your fear
They'll tear you up until' your tears show, your tears show
Smoke and mirrors

This journey of ours never ends
We will always pretend
Fighting not to let them win
And not falling into our illusions
On our own, on our own way

Bottled up is where our fears go, our fears go
We will never show our fear
They'll tear us up until' our tears show, our tears show
Smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirrors