Even if it hurts, I smile
My feelings of happiness is a lie
Deep inside my heart I'm bleeding
Holding back the feeling of loathing.
The tears of sadness twisted with joy
Living a life as if I was a toy
Pretending to play house with fantasy
The pain is overdosed like ecstasy.
Longing for the love I wanted
From miles away it tilted
To the road where she likes it
And the place which I am unfit.
Thus, I pretend my emotions
To start no worries and commotions
Even if it burns like hell
I'll die hearing the funeral bell.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
Even if it hurts, I smile
My feelings of happiness is a lie
Deep inside my heart I'm bleeding
Holding back the feeling of loathing.
The tears of sadness twisted with joy
Living a life as if I was a toy
Pretending to play house with fantasy
The pain is overdosed like ecstasy.
Longing for the love I wanted
From miles away it tilted
To the road where she likes it
And the place which I am unfit.
Thus, I pretend my emotions
To start no worries and commotions
Even if it burns like hell
I'll die hearing the funeral bell.