I made a mental record in my head.
Elements of my life that make me unhappy,
try and wipe each drop thats shed.
Tick each one off with false glee.
I feel that tickle of anticipation
That smirk of being lonely sometimes
Victory is always filled with admiration
But that emptiness is their emotional crimes.
One or two hidden souls breaking the rules
I lavished with which of the fools?
I denied one of my lifes perfect jewels.
Love to satisfy, and giving life another chance
For what reason many seem to ask
But to be honest its like Im in a trance
Im trying to thrive my life by revealing my buried smiles from lifes mask.
