Me in 2012 attempting to smile without giving off a creeper vibe… oh well.
Lookin’ ‘round this house again,
I see the anxiety.
Sniffin’ up the walls, and then…
I smell a complacent me.
Hearin’ creaks, so why pretend
I live in a symphony?
Touchin’ my face to find one trace
of peace… of pure jubilee, ‘cause
I’ll be here just a little bit longer,
so I’ll be just a little bit stronger.
Need to find things to smile about,
for I am sure I’ll die without.
Some item, person, or place, some love to renew my faith
if I’ll make it out alive, so I’ll
smile or die…
smile or die.