The Million things I do...

Where is it now,
The smile on your face,
And the warmth in my heart,
Gone...
Ever before it make it out,
Breathed a bit,
Lived a breath,
Or walked tall...
I couldn't make it here,
Or find it out ,
Couldn't make it stay,
At all...

O, the million things I do to make you happy,
That don't make you happy at all...
I wish I knew just what to say, what to do,
To please you even for a day or long...
You are not happy,
Not happy at all...

There are some things about me,
In me,
That I can't change at all...
It isn't your fault,
Nor is it my fault,
It's just the way it is,
That's all...
And there are days like this,
Of unshed tears,
And angrily cut off phone calls...
That I wonder,
And ponder,
Exactly,
What the fight was all about..

O, What I wouldn't do to make you happy,
Change, fight or crawl...
There are a million things I do to make you happy,
But, they don't make you happy at all...