There's a smile inside trying to tear free,
of all the hatred, immaturity and hostility,
take it day by day, be patient with time,
it's the only thing true that's ever been mine,
never is it late, or one second early,
only by flying can it hurt me,
which makes sense, flying away changes everything,
strum my acoustic and attempt to sing,
is it a beautiful day or a tragic week?
with this cough it's easy not to speak,
easy not to smoke and easy to rid,
myself of tobacco which i always hid,
time to grow up, and think further ahead,
if i end up lonely, let me be lonely and rich instead,
so all i will have to miss is her dancing on that stage,
even that memory will diminish with age.