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?