Do not frown because you aren't close
To as unhappy as I am
I am dying here without you
You don't even give a ****

Falling in love was much easier
Than falling apart all alone
Used to be mine, now there's only
Old pictures of us on my phone

Sometimes had disagreements
But would never argue for long
We used to care more about eachother
Than who was right or wrong

All that seems to matter to you
Your life, your future, YOUR happiness
Who gives a **** about my tearful broken feelings?
The important thing is success

Hope you find what you're looking for
I want life to treat you kind
When your dreams come true I know
You'll regret leaving me behind

Two hours with pay
To roam around town
Anything, to get away
This cube paints my frown

I used to do it just to get away
But now I am not so sure
Now I take,
                No I mean volunteer,
                                        My day
The one moment I can savour

Never thought pleasure would come
By giving a helping hand
Never thought a smile would be from
Helping those that life has left astrand

I travel the town for miles
Deliver the weekly meals
Return to work with a genuine smile
A frown, upside down, now heals


Well at least for a little while.

Down, down, down down.
What went around came back around.
The truth behind the smile is found.
So smile for me.
The identity of monstrosity has been unbound.
Now it’s down, down, down, down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
Feeling at home when you hear the wolves howl.
Alone, I own the lonely.
Why do you cry?
You should smile for me.
But everything is down, down, down… down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
The clock strikes red,
The blue lost its crown.
Just hide in your frown.
Come on and smile for me.
Then fall down, down… down… down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
What went around came back around.
I guess I’m the mayor of this dark down.
Smile…

It looks like I still need to take
Take a break
Take some time
Some time off
OFFicially me,  yes mine, My
My, ***, oh My
My sit down
Fix you crooked mouth
TIME
Time to take that Frown
Turn it UP-side-Down
To make it a Smile
That will LAST a a while.

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Hello man
With the sullen face
Sunken eyes
And matted hair
Please don't frown so much
You might iron permanent lines into your brow
And that would be a terrible shame.
I wonder what has troubled you
Or what troubles you still
Maybe it's people like me
Trying to coax you out of your misery
I promise you, Stranger
I always mean well
But intentions can be misconstrued.
I must admit, I find it mildly discomforting
That your solemn mood is affecting my own
So come on, Stranger
Do I not deserve a smile?

The battle is over
Vanquished is the foe
Yet why triumph trusts
So bitter, so hollow?

In the eye of my mind
Each enemy was a villain.
Yet when I saw it true.
Were no monsters, just men.

Men, much like us,
Trying to do what's right.
Our perceptions at odds
Mirroring the sides of the fight.

Warring for Lords
Who use us as pawns
Is glory so great, risking
The sight of another dawn?

T'was not the war
But the pillage that came after
Fashioned my doubt of men
Heeding the devil on their shoulder.

Noble causes forgotten
Once reaping the spoils of war
The blood of innocents staining
Mens' honors and their swords.

The crowds cheer our names,
Place on our heads, Hero's crowns.
I paste a smile on my face.
It's my heart that wears a frown.

alone at the table
waiting to be served
wearing a frown
still waiting
frown grows larger and larger
until a cookbook drops on my head
and out of my hat jumps a rabbit
and he does the tango with a chicken
who is running in circles screaming
the sky is falling
and I open the cookbook
and it is written in a foreign language
and I am sitting at the table waiting to be served
I am wearing a frown
a big, big frown