Today,
It’s Thursday, I walk over the pavement
My face looks down the floor.
While I’m listening to music.
I hide my tears behind a painted smile when I see someone.
It ought to be easy It ought to be simple enough, but I’m haunted by my own fears
A smile that pure parody become
The times are though, just getting tougher.
I don’t want to go on by this way, the best I do is cover myself
I don’t believe in magic, but when I see a bright spot I’m counting on a miracle.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
When I get old and lose my hair, many years from now you’ll see I’m changed.
But for now all them things that seemed so important will not be so important anymore.
Give me space, let me be how I am, don’t think you can hide me even that you can encourage me, and don’t think at all that you can take away my fears
In my head I feel what I’m not supposed to feel.
Well I decided long ago never to walk in anyone’s shadow.
It’s now three years later, my face doesn’t looks down the floor anymore,
I don’t hide my tears anymore behind a painted smile.
I’m not haunted by my own fears anymore, even that a smile isn’t pure parody anymore
Now I can say I’m fortunately, The sun shines, not only outside,
I became a warm bright shiny sun.