Smiling with my melancholic soul,
Hard to assume cause I act pretty cold
I close my eyes
Cause I feel so low ,
Stay up all night
Waiting if someone would come to me,
And Knock my door.
When I go outside
People ask me
"How am I"
"How's life treating me"
I would fake a smile and say to them..
It's all fine cause am going with the flow.
But there's something I have noticed
While answering to them, that
No one is happy
Nor sad ,
But worrying about the pain
The pain which ain't gonna happen.
It's pretty late to act fine,
Cause what's mine was never mine
Who was divine.