Her loud laugh was a scream of help,
A hidden pain in her smiling eyes.
My hands are cold, I’m warmed all by myself;
My feelings of despair are on the reprise.
My damaged heart is trying to reach out,
From the depths of despair I’m wailing.
In the silence, my tears I’ll just wipeout,
But in my heart, the sadness will be kept prevailing.
The scars just hurt, and so does the old wounds;
I’ll just throw my sorrow deep down in the sea.
I feel like the pain is without bounds;
Maybe happiness is just not for me.