Don’t you dare
Tell me
That I’m normal
And there’s nothing wrong
With
Me.
Because what kind of normal person
Tears their life apart
For no reason at all?
Don’t you dare
Tell me
That I’m normal
And there’s nothing wrong
With
Me.
Because what kind of normal person
Tears their life apart
For no reason at all?
Losing a smile
Is like losing a friend
Your heart
Your soul
Everything that you once poured
Your entire being into
Suddenly
Disappeared,
Lost forever.
And you begin to think
That you’ve got nothing
To
Lose.
This sickness, how could it be,
When vitamins don’t work on me?
When nothing helps but makes me worse,
This sickness, it is like a curse.
The cure so simple doesn’t help,
Nor any medicine on the shelf,
Nothing will appease this hunger,
A horror that can only linger.
Go away, foul deadly beast,
That eats my happiness like a feast,
Shoo, go on, please do not stay,
Please, oh please just keep away!
I no longer want this plague,
I do not want sadness so vague,
But it keeps coming back, you see,
It won’t get away from me.
I need it somehow, this sadness so dark,
I’m free as a bird, and sing as a lark,
But when I’m happy, it comes for me,
It will not simply leave me be.
Why do I insist on being so sad?
Why must I continue to feel this bad?
I don not quite understand this thing,
Such as makes me sadly sing.
A disease, a sickness, that’s what I believe,
But I don’t think I’ll ever find a key,
A cure for this, does not exist,
A cure for this, is one thing so missed.
Sickness that consumes this soul,
Sickness of this heart so cold,
I’ve been sick for so very long,
I am sick, and I’m not wrong.
This sickness is unlike any,
It will always consume many,
It hurts one, then leaps to another,
Spreading from the mouths of each other.
Sickness that no one can heal,
Sickness to which there is no shield,
One more time the sickness strikes,
Yet another soul is wiped.
A smile is ill humour,
And memories to spare,
When head’s hot as a fever,
And close to despair.
A smile is a medicine,
One to heal the heart,
It takes care of all the sins,
Of the souls that depart.
A smile is for the people that care,
A family or,
The best friend who is there.
A smile is a disguise,
For sadness to wear,
When you’re not feeling wise,
And fate’s hard to bear.
A smile is the sunrise,
For those who have none,
What would not be seen otherwise,
When all else is done.
When all else is through,
And naught’s worth your while,
Then this, is what you do,
To measure a smile.