wasting your days,
and wondering who did she smiled at?
How does that feeling of running away from yourselves last that long?
Why don’t you, big head, your fake concern,
turn in your pity,
and seek for help?
Don’t you have tiring job to do ,
instead hurtful words to say?
Why don’t you see that those open mouths
could get a bit wider and bit you back?
You’re so same!.
Oh, she knows you all!
Haven’t you hear that she smile still
and the path of her life brighten with a sunrise?
Haven’t you changed colors in your faces ,