• Smiling
    It's such a simple thing to do...
    But why can't I get one to spread across this face?

    I'm not sure.

    I spend my days holding back tears
    I spend my time listening to music
    My own personal Prozac

    I spend my days straring into the dark
    Wondering where all the light has gone
    Wondering where it's shining.

    I spend my days hoping
    Hoping for my life to go somewhere
    Somewhere meaningful

    I spend my days wondering where that wonderful soul is
    Ready to take my hand
    And lead me through this dark confusing world

    But most of all
    I spend my days wondering where all the smiles have gone
    I mean, isn't life supposed to be pleasant; Cuz it obviously isn't.

    Yet, we go on
    Hoping and wondering, Lying and guessing
    I guess we just learn to deal with the crap.

    All the crap life loves throwing at us time and time again.

    But all and all
    We have to move on
    Smiling