tonight i go to sleep,
crying, beaten and broken.

tomorrow i awaken,
sore and numb.

pain that was buried,
dug out,
tugging at the scabs
pulling on new wounds..

my heart bleeds,
just like before...
just a little less now

happiness heals everything ..
as always..

hand me my little sand bucket
and i will bury these wounds deeper this time..

for making us ..
no.. you happy
is what's that keeping a smile on my face.

let me go to sleep tomorrow...
with a smile on my face.