Some people have it good, others have it bad. Some people are fortunate enough to chance happiness this day, others aren't. Some people own the world at their fingertips; some others would die to have it. Some would jester with laughter when joy intercepts their paths, others would cry to it. Some assume too much, others dig for facts. Some know what they want; others are lost in delusional strings of endless thoughts.

I cringe at the mention of true love's existence, what about the others?

The smile on your face is just for show

Inside you are screaming let me go