2 in 1. You've killed me with that smile and after that you've made me cry. Now I'm wearing a mask, I've promised myself for the million times that I'll only smile. What strange mask I have gained, it still makes me look sad, embarrassed or loved. This used to be a game for to, I'm now playing all by my self, keeps me entertained.
2 in 1. This is how I like the morning coffee: I have the sugar; you can bring some "café au lait".