Thing is, it is slowly drifting
I was always happy before.
But, I do not know what happen,
I can’t be happy anymore.
I might be happy from outside,
But I am crying in the night.
From the memories that I had,
The emotions, I cannot fight.
Happy are the people who smile,
But it is not that all the time.
Sad are those you see when,
You cannot see the life within.