The Lonely Smile
Let me tell you, tale of my life,
I died for one, I am very wise.
She hated me, as much she could,
but no matter, I loved her, as much I could.
Hate for me, tease was the reason,
but I missed her, season by season.
To make me smile, her face was enough,
but to make her smile, it was very tough.
To make her smile, the efforts I made,
only my hand, is now house of dead.
Yes you are right, cuts were on hand,
still she hate, no reason for that.
I tell you, still I cried,