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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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?