Mom always said not to frown
If I'd had something to be happy about, my smile wouldn't of been upside down
Now on my brow
Is a permanent scowl
Chiseled in stone
From when I've grown cold
People complain about crows feet
But every person like that I meet
I can't help but see smiling eyes
A happy face has always been their guise
Maybe their an optimist always seeing the glass half full
Boy wouldn't that be a useful tool
But it's hard not to be a pessimist when your glass is always empty
Not even for my thoughts a penny
Even when there is some hope and I think my cup is getting full
The powers that be shows me to be quiet a fool
They knock my cup over to watch me run
Like a little bug under their gun
Is it to much to ask for a little fun
To see a little more than the midnight sun
So on my face a smile can bleed
Not just temporary happiness that misleads
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Mom always said not to frown
If I'd had something to be happy about, my smile wouldn't of been upside down
Now on my brow
Is a permanent scowl
Chiseled in stone
From when I've grown cold
People complain about crows feet
But every person like that I meet
I can't help but see smiling eyes
A happy face has always been their guise
Maybe their an optimist always seeing the glass half full
Boy wouldn't that be a useful tool
But it's hard not to be a pessimist when your glass is always empty
Not even for my thoughts a penny
Even when there is some hope and I think my cup is getting full
The powers that be shows me to be quiet a fool
They knock my cup over to watch me run
Like a little bug under their gun
Is it to much to ask for a little fun
To see a little more than the midnight sun
So on my face a smile can bleed
Not just temporary happiness that misleads
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