That Momento

Haven't been writing again lately. Outta my mind, outta every single words.

Too many times, I find myself saying too much of the things that not necessarily to be made known.
Too many times, I find myself not saying that simple little things that you ought to know.

I wonder, what is the cost of my ego
I wonder, what is the price of my pride
Or was it you?
That I could never afford.

If I were to be back at that moment
Back at that same right place
I would trade my deceptive smile for real tears
I would trade my composed sentences for a hug of cherish
Just to let you know
There was pain beyond this facade.