the boy with a broken heart
had a beautiful smile
that he was hiding
behind a sarcastic smirk

as long as lasted the day
he wouldn't allow himself
to admit his pain
and express his sorrow

but in the secret of the night
tears would run along his cheeks
as his smirk disapperead
to reveal his true feelings

what the boy didn't know was
that you need to feel
in order to heal

you can't heal a wound
you pretend does not exist
but acting like it's not real
won't make it stop bleeding

accepting the fact
that you've been hurt and dumped
is not a proof of weakness
but the greatest strenght

the boy with a broken heart
never understood the painful truth
he bloomed again
but his flowers
that were once full of life and hope
never looked the same