I would rather wear a smile today,

but it just doesn’t fit me.

I would rather start to love again,

but the bowman fails to hit me.

I’m fighting with my sweet life dayly.

Using teeth, feets and fists only head very rearly.

This motherfucker throughs good punches.

He allways knows where to hit,

to send me down on the dusty carpet,

where the only thing I can see and hear

is him and his thunder laughter.

I would rather wear a smile today,

but it just doesn’t fit me.

I would rather start to love again,

but the bowman fails to hit me.

I’m trying to stand on my own two feet,

not expecting help from  the others.

Allthow, I must addmit,

I could use the current position of my opponent

to hit him back and quit that laughter!

I would rather wear a smile today,

but it just doesn’t fit me.

I would rather start to love again,

but the bowman fails to hit me.

He never fights fairly, I can tell you that.

Using tricks on my hart

and letting me breath inn so rearly.

But than again, I must addmit,

he allways helps me up on my feet again,

he cleanes my wourns to prevent from dying, …

But I’m starting to belive, he is doing it,

just to hit again, and see me trying!

I would rather wear a smile today,

But it just doesn’t fit me.

I would rather start to love again,

But the bowman quited on me.

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