The never-ending American dream of perfection II

I am the girl who you see getting A’s
And bouncing though life with smiles and grace.
But I am the girl who secretly cries
Since her father went bankrupt and left in his lies –
I am not giving up or changing my ways
But it’s hard when everyone expects perfect days.

And I am the voice of the boy who’s alone
Since his girlfriend got smashed up by his telephone –
But nobody knows what he did there that night,
Since he hid from himself to hide from the fight,
And yet he goes on, day after day
With a smile on his face and the perfect words to say.

God listens not only to those who fear
But also to those with their own open ears,
With shackles and secrets all bound in their chest
And gasoline ready to ignite all the rest –
These soldiers march on to the beat of their drums
And wait for the moment of sweet death to come –

Since by now they’ve been told a few too many times,
That if they go home they’ll be drenched in the lies
Of a nation that stretched itself too many times
To help the young vagrants with murderous eyes
To help the foreign powers of democratic prize
In the hope it would help all the nuclear disguise –

Sadly, what this nation failed to realize
Was the depth of deception on their home lines –
One out of ten is some man who lies
To protect his position and his masculine pride.
But this nation believed in the promise of peace
So they sent these daydreamers to fight to the teeth.