Sorrow
Not every smile is true,
Not every tear fake.
The bearer knows the pain,
Of holding inside the eye, their salty lake.
But they won't release it coz their soul-holes can't be mend,
So they fake a smile and hold on,
Assuming,
Their sorrow can never come to an end.
Not every tear fake.
The bearer knows the pain,
Of holding inside the eye, their salty lake.
But they won't release it coz their soul-holes can't be mend,
So they fake a smile and hold on,
Assuming,
Their sorrow can never come to an end.