~*This Smile*~
I keep getting older,
And these scars keep burning deeper.
It's like,
Each sour event's marked as
A line upon my face.
Another traffic jam,
Another lying man,
And it's hard to hide it all beneath my smile,
This jaded smile.
I wake up to filth,
Last night's dirty dishes still on the table,
Yet it's,
Hard to clean up
Amidst this mess I call my life.
My thoughts are worse for wear,
They're scattered here,
They're scattered there,
And all I've got to hide them is my smile,
This dying smile.
And why does it feel like,
The sky is down beneath my feet,
The carpet lines the atmosphere?
And how can this be right?
When happiness cannot compete,
It's always beaten out by fear.
And where is the sunlight?
Perhaps it's choking on the clouds,
Or maybe it's just too damn tired to smile.
I can't stand the heat,
But can't find the door to get out of the kitchen,
And I'm,
Sick and tired of these noises that annoy me,
They keep spinning in my head.
I got one hand in my pocket,
But the other one aint flicking cigarettes,
Or hailing taxis,
Or giving high fives,
It's praying to god.
And why does it feel like,
The sky is down beneath my feet,
The carpet lines the atmosphere?
And how can this be right?
When happiness cannot compete,
It's always beaten out by fear.
And where is the sunlight?
Perhaps it's choking on the clouds,
Or maybe it's just too damn tired to smile.
I'm too damn tired to smile...
This jaded smile...