My smile grows tiresome every passing day
my heart feels heavier with pain
All I can say to myself is forward
My smile becomes less frequent
My smile is less genuine every passing day
Do you see my tears?
I dare you to see the hurt you have caused.
Look real close into them and you’ll see my past life
All my past smiles and laughter.
I smile less and frown more
I laugh less and cry more.
My smile becomes more tiresome every passing day.