There Are No Photos Of Me Smiling As A Kid/Hallway Lights and Horror Nights
It’s one of those things where you lived it
And you know
And that’s why you don’t want to talk about it at all.
It’s like these memories keep turning on
Hallway lights and horror nights.
I never had a reason to smile, so
I didn’t, and if they asked I would
Pretend, force, or make a silly face
Instead of lying.