i want to go back to the days when happy is just plain happy, where you dont have to fake a smile and keep a happy facade to keep on being happy, and your problem was only your father that keeps on making you sleep in the afternoon, and all that was in your mind is how to fake your sleep and how to escape as soon as your father falls asleep; because now, everything has changed, happy, by today's definition, is how long you can keep on smiling before breaking down at dawn for you cant sleep through the night by the thought that you just want to go back to the time where pain is easily healed as soon as papa kisses it, but everything has changed. pain is no longer healed by a kiss, pain is now caused by a kiss; by a girl with a bittersweet lips, the scent of coffee, and the most painful goodbyes. i just want to go back to the days when happy is just plain happy, kiss my chest, papa, and heal this pain i feel inside.
