• You greet me with a smile,
    Of the wild and free.
    Not a care in the world.
    But, yet there's something there,
    No one else has seen.
    Warm choclate eyes,
    Caring and fun.
    In their deepness,
    They wish for something to be undone
    your always happy face,
    Hiding sorrow without a trace.
    Somehow you are never forlorn,
    The fresh cuts on wrist,
    Tell me something more.
    You say you are happy,
    That lie is cheap,
    but yet,
    you keep your sorrow in a heap.
    Why you keep this from me,
    Is a mystery
    maybe, you are too scared,
    That I still will not love you.