Pick up a smile, and just leave it for awhile.
Sweep the shards underneath the carpet.
I can't see or speak clearly right now.
There's no point trying to clean up this mess of myself.
I'll keep my troubles in a box, and hide it in the shadowy corners.
And maybe one day, it'll heal itself.
But for now, smile on all those smiles.
Trying to keep up with each tick of the clock.
I'll fight hard to get back what I've lost.
Face each moment with the courage I've always known.
Stare down each hurdle, each challenge is my own.
And maybe one day it'll come back into my arms.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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