18 novembro 2007

One

You can't pretend cause I can see
You're not the boy you used to be
Trust me with a secret you can't keep
I watch your eyes they shift with doubt
So every night when stars come out
I try to read your personality

The writing for pleasure you wouldn't let me read
The things you miss out when you try to mislead
You said you wrote a page about me
In your diary

Your heart a place that noone sees
You can't disguise your own unease
Trust me with a secret you can't keep

Don't be so afraid
Theres bound to be a place
No matter who or where you are
You've got to be willing

B.C.

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