There’s an awkwardness in your smile.
Maybe it’s me, but who’s to say?
What I say never matters, so it’s pointless anyway.
There’s an awkwardness in your smile.
And every time your eyes meet mine,
I can recall when I was happy,
but that doesn’t bring me back in time.
There’s an awkwardness in your smile.
It’s different from what I remember.
I see no truth behind the surface,
not even a smile lasts forever.