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A smile holds a happy memories
luaghter holds a happy ryhme
happy faces only trun away

Happy times come ina few mermories
The now isn't that a crime
Why do all the faces trun away

I smile I luagh I play
they all trun away
I am I worng

Is my luaghter a crime
I try and try but only cry
I now see why

My luaghter is a crime
and they all trun away
with the happy mormories

I am the mime
I am the only one
who cries at times

I open my eyes,
I open my mouth to take one breath,
darkness rushes in,
I am num I can't feel my fingures,
I look up to see the deep,
I hear the moans of the chaos,
I feel the coldness seping into my
sun drinched skin,
I close my eyes, I can see his face,
he smiles, but his warm smile quickly truns,
cold and coverd with anger,
he is mad, I tell him 'it is alright,
we will meet again one day',
he cries in my arms,
I can't feel his tears, he tells me not to go,
I say but I have, to,
I fall into the deep, he stands there with
his loveable smile,
saying 'good bye, my moon, good bye my life,
good bye, my love'
I fall deeper with out hope, but to
feel once more the warmth
of my one loves arm's, I say'good night
my love' as I land,
softly on the bottom of the ocean,
my finaly resting place,
I breath in once more, the darkness truns to water,
the water fills my chest, I can not breath,
I watch the last air bubbles escape,
from my mouth, I fallow them, with my eyes,
to the surface or at lest what the darkness,
allows me to see, I close my lips and shut my eyes,
and fall eternly to sleep,