…thinking…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Behind a smile, can lay a history, someone would not want to share
In details soaked in bad choices, in those times, nobody can seem to care
Only another day, lights show the weight of decisions regrettably unwanted
This shadow of someone broken, is usually haunted
Heavy, each next step to take
A twisted smile, is usually, fake
Still, life goes on, right or wrong, no choosable choice
Even if it’s whispered, thats still an honest voice