Dorian Grey donates you his picture with his gratitude

And where the two birds where flying,
I swear I saw you and I.
I swear I saw you and I.

Sometimes,
i look around me
and i think to myself
"so many happy faces"
but then i look in the mirror and say
"such a happy face"
and now I look deeper into those 'happy faces'

i guess what im saying is we all hide.
i guess what im saying is we do it without trying.
we lie about if we're okay with this
or happy with that person,
or just plain feeling okay.

it doesnt seem like a big deal.

what if we were Dorian Grey?
What if, every little white lie changed us somehow?
More so than it already does.
Is there a painting of us somewhere,
distorted or beautified,
or just plain different,
because of all those lies?
What if it all showed on our faces now?
Like Pinnochio I guess, although I wasn't trying to go in that direction.
More like,
freckles. Or the tint of your eyes.
little things.

Maybe they good ones do good and the bad lies do bad.
Maybe they already do.