Put on a smile,just for a while
Sadness sickens,its twisted and vile
Why persist to hide,when youre being pulled outside
Of the shell that he's using,substance abusing
Got to keep moving,a form of reproving
Watching an hourglass for grains of sand
As every thing he loves slips through his hands
Smokes another cigarette feeling hard pressed
For the tight feeling,just more smoke on the chest
Slowly slipping,loosing himself,til he's just another urn up on the shelf
Draining the bankrupted health in hopes he wins the lottery for emotional wealth