His Smile
It torments me, every time I look at it.
The perfect way it shapes in form, is so tragic.
The slick way you look,
That smile that keeps me hook.
His smile.
It dawns on me every time I look at you.
That I'm hurt and torn, and it makes me feel blue.
You put me through struggles, and I just cant take it.
And every day my heart is breakin.
His smile.
The way you persuade me in to see.
That we can just never be.
The tears I cried to see there,
But you was not anywhere.
His smile.
The roads I went down all alone.
No one to carry me home.
Even with his cool demeanor style,
It hurts every time I see his smile.
His smile.
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