SMILE
A smiling women in town, I'm holding like biggest crown, A smile that don't fade I own, That's what they claim in my town. The town is full of fear, I smiled; The town is in their grieft, I smiled; The town lost everything, I smiled; The town lost its hope and I smiled. They call me crazy? No they don't, They call me psycho? No they don't, I don't have feelings? No they don't, They call me hope I say I don't. Pretending to smile become my art, Always crying alone in my bed, No need to hide tears I what I need, I am not the women that they said. Hoping that someday I could cry loud, No need to worries cause I'm allowed, No more needs to think if they're around, For no worries would hear my cries sound.
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