I had a pretty much fucked up day.
I had an unpleasant look on my face all day.
If someone would ask 'what happened to the old you?'

I would simply answer:
'It moved on. It gave up trying to look happy on a fucked up day.'

It doesn't mean that I don't care what other people think.
It just means I partly don't care about it.

I don't care if people know I had a bad day.
But weirdly, whenever I get home,
My face lights up.

Like I would be happy to
get home.
And I am happy to get home,but i still had a bad day.

I open the door and look alive,happier than I did all...