It still makes me smile, but I can’t tell you why.
It’s our little secret, though you’re long gone.
To a place far away from my last embrace,
To a place that exists nowhere in this world.
And all I’m left with are forgotten etchings on the scratched wooden floor.

It still makes me smile, but I can’t tell you why.
If I did, you’d surely laugh.
You’d call me names, and roll your eyes, and the cherished memories I’d held onto,
Would fall away, stripped of their meaning and hope.
And you just wouldn’t get it.
You’re not you, anymore.
Though, I’m still haunted by ghosts of the person you were.

It still makes me smile, but I can’t tell you why.
Sorry, but my lips are sealed.
Any shadow of an explanation,
Any shade of my reasoning,
They’re hidden behind these sad eyes,
And the truth is that I just can’t be bitter,
No matter how hard I try.

It still makes me smile, but I can’t tell you why.
Because, even though I search, I can’t find ‘why’.
But I do know that I’ll try my hardest,
To keep this feeling glowing inside.
Even if all you can do is look through me,
As if I don’t exist.