These days it is not about me,
these days the dark clouds float but it is not about the rains,
these days the birds sing but they don’t for me,
these days the leaves are green but they will not forever,
these days she is happy and smiling and I know what she is hiding ,
these days people are worried, but they don’t care about me,
these days a storm is brewing but we know the storm is mild,
these days you smile at me and melt at the words I speak,
these days I pretend I am happy…