Misnomer - Genius Lyrics

Wrapped inside a near-motionless heart
Stored inside a cold harmony
Something we like to call maturity

Stains of hope that used to live in the past
Distant cries of a now forgotten promise
The reflection that is smeared
Eternal youth isn't a reality
There is no such thing as destiny

Where did I put my happy face?
Where did I put my happy face again?