Smile

Today, I don’t know why I think of you. Remember when I, in front of public, being mocked and laughed by people, but in a split second I looked at you smiling at me with your lovely eyes.

Many thoughts told me that you’ve done things that hurt me. But I don’t want to remember all that. Let me live in denial, that you have a very sweet smile and lovely eyes.

Where Art Thou, Christmas

Faith Hill keeps on singing it on TV, perhaps she hasn’t find out that not only Christmas was stolen, but also murdered.