Yes I think about my past
Yes it kills me
Yes I miss certain people
But I would never hurt my love
Yes I seem quieter
Yes I seem tired-er
But that's only because I'm trying to be happy
Who knew being happy would be this hard?
You have to smile all the time
Have a hop in your step
Always be ready to lie on the spot
It's tiring
Yes I fake a smile
Yes I force my laugh
No I am not fake
No I am not happy either
I'm just trying to get through the year and make it to summer
So I can finally be alone
With my thoughts
With my past
With everything I hold inside
With everything I have to hide
Because when I think about my past
It kills me
