At this point "I Might cry" Is my Catchphrase; You can probably See It on my face But there's this urge for me To just point it out And make everything about Myself or at least that's how It works in my head. But for now There isn't much else for me to say Instead (****). Finish off with a laugh So they know Just how deep they've to go Because smiles don't mean A thing if you've been In most people's shoes. And usually The Attempt at making it a joke Is a good one So we brush it off as fun Conversation-- The guilt starts to set In but luckily I don't get The spotlight That I had wished for at first So everything's alright And I didn't spoil your night.
is the twinkle in the sky or is it something in my eye?