• Words

    You say you see right trough me
    Like I’m made of glass
    My eyes are telling you the truth
    So it’s best if I confess

    But I find it hard to speak
    ‘Cause every word would be a lie
    So I just sit here in silence
    Smiling while I cry

    You call me a coward
    And say I’m afraid
    I’m not running or hiding
    I’m patient and I wait

    I love you, I love you not
    It’s hard for me to explain
    You can do you best to comfort
    But I’m afraid it’s all in vain

    You can see me as a book
    The letters written with my tears
    You never know what’s coming
    And before you know the word disappears

    I guess,
    I simply can not say out loud
    What is written in my heart
    I hope you understand
    But it would just tear me apart..