Here I am a smiling face,
Such a great cliché,
For even when the sun does shine,
Dark’s not far away.

A bunch of broken pieces,
Of something I once had,
A beautiful place in my memory,
But it makes me sad,

Not the sadness of regret,
But sadness cause it has past.
I can’t turn back the hands of time,
Nor can I make it last.

Today, and too tomorrow,
There are claws of yesterday,
Past time shadows,
Always with me lay.

Reality bites me once again,
For good times never stay,
A picture of loving moments,
And then a fading bouquet.