Everything is gonna be all right,
on the way of happines
I won't cry,
I would smile in case I fall,
in case I want to die.
Myself, and I.
We argue between true or false,
death or life,
and between the line
that cross my heart
sometimes I feel fine.
Sometimes, I try to smile.
You break the ideas of plans,
the good choices I want to have,
You breaj what is broken enought.
And after that
you persuade me saying
`everything is gonna be all right`.
