I've been walking on this road called life
Gaining things then eventually leaving them behind
I've drawn the sweetest smile
And felt a stabbing pain after a little while
I was once treasured, but now I am not
I was once a friend, now I'm just something that they forgot
Is this what life really is?
Or is there something that I have missed
Laughter was once my sign of happiness
But now I use it to conceal my deepest sadness
Though it's hard, I try to make it sound real
Pretending that joy is what I feel
I long for someone who could understand
Who could wipe all these by just holding my hand
But along these years, it seems hard to find
Thus, helping myself is the only thing I have in mind
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
I've been walking on this road called life
Gaining things then eventually leaving them behind
I've drawn the sweetest smile
And felt a stabbing pain after a little while
I was once treasured, but now I am not
I was once a friend, now I'm just something that they forgot
Is this what life really is?
Or is there something that I have missed
Laughter was once my sign of happiness
But now I use it to conceal my deepest sadness
Though it's hard, I try to make it sound real
Pretending that joy is what I feel
I long for someone who could understand
Who could wipe all these by just holding my hand
But along these years, it seems hard to find
Thus, helping myself is the only thing I have in mind
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