If I'm happy, it's staged If I'm sad it's for a scene Why does it feel like there's always a script in my mind? Is the 20-year crisis coming? But my cries aren't staged, baby (or maybe they are) How at school I seem not to be what I seem You say I can't get my characters out of my head But how do I do this? I should curse you, but instead I wrote about 'Cause I'm a fucking actor Who cannot convey emotions in real life And you might be the one to wipe the smile off my face Because as you often say I'm a fucking actor And maybe I should improve my crying Or my angry face when you betray me Feeling like Angelina Jolie In Mr. And Mrs. Smith Because we broke the house and I cried a lot that day You said I don't handle emotions well But what if you are the problem? We never thought about it I'm mad at myself for not being able to love myself First of all, I should have killed myself in February Why did my good guy role end and the movie continued I still think about all the expressions I can put on my face When I see you cheating on me 'Cause I'm a fucking actor Who cannot convey emotions in real life And you might be the one to wipe the smile off my face Because as you often say I'm a fucking actor And maybe I should improve my crying Or my angry face when you betray me It's not easy to interpret complex people My characters are always fucked up in the head Maybe they're like me, or like my subconscious Baby, I'm a fucking actor It's not easy to cry at sad scenes Why can't I express my feelings Why is my paper superficial and full of defects That I can't fix 'Cause I'm a fucking actor A fucking actor