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

Nothing was as bad as you thought it was



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



The banquet the reception, it was all for you

Affectionate obsession from the masses grew

But little do they all know

You're just scared

You're just scared of when they'll write you off your own show



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



Love what you got, can't you love what you got?