I got it fixed as It was a disgrace

Four years in sky yearning on the silvers

To be still the same before you

Can I ever be that pearl in the Blues? Why do you brand I's

Why don't I deaf away from this

My mouth got more shut and lip curved down

An arc of dullness

I could laugh out with my heart back then but they couldn't stand the sight of it

When I got fixed it served the visuals but my heart never once smiled

Still I wonder I ain't got better I am just fixed.

Maybe once some might say that you know for which I fixed

Then it's fixed not me to whom that would be uttered

But weren't I too unbothered the typical naive one

For it was not a care back then but

As the bud unfolds they look for it with eyes and ears

Wouldn't win either way

Classical lucklessness traversing down the line through me

Now I worry for those down to me

Days when  that made-up smile pops out in the mirror it talks of the past

The bliss of gap and gum but can't feel it today,

Today I am fixed and still need more fixing

Still big? GRIND them!