I laugh after the joke, then
I turn round and turn my face into horrible,
A wound spreading its pain from my heart.
Been laughing to hide it
Walking with a stitched heart,
Buying a twister,
The cashier smiling but I know,
After she pick the coin I drop she
turn her face into horrible.
Walking with friends, laughing like crazy,
A moment we turn our back, turn our face into horrible,
The secret is our heart having a big scar.
I know the time we are turning
We are longing to fold our body.
Folding the knee to protect the chest
Folding our hand, tangle it to the legs
Praying time will stop or rewind
Thinking honestly about what we want,
be somebody else
Folding and protecting the little remain or our existence