I smile like that last one blow did not hurt
A small stone hit against the strongest wall
But somewhere inside a little of me died.
Like a flower in winter, just giving up succumbing to the cold.
And the nearest laugh, I know it is not about me
But yet at home I replay it over and over
Like a stereo stuck on self destroy.
And to hear those words that make me smile
I later dismiss, they were all in denial
You do nott even care, you do not want to try
Yet I push my hopes up so high.
