I think it's rather obvious
That I'm not as okay as I say.
But I can't tell him that.
So when he asks what's wrong, I say with a grin,
"Nothing, what could be wrong? Why do you ask?"
I doubt that he ever looks into my eyes
And sees the dark, pensive thoughts swirling
In a chaotic, brown-green sea.
For if I mask my doubts and fears with a smile,
Why would he feel the need to look further?
So busy with work and play
And me
That I don't blame him.
But still I wait,
Dreading, yet hoping,
For the time he sees through my mask.
That I'm not as okay as I say.
But I can't tell him that.
So when he asks what's wrong, I say with a grin,
"Nothing, what could be wrong? Why do you ask?"
I doubt that he ever looks into my eyes
And sees the dark, pensive thoughts swirling
In a chaotic, brown-green sea.
For if I mask my doubts and fears with a smile,
Why would he feel the need to look further?
So busy with work and play
And me
That I don't blame him.
But still I wait,
Dreading, yet hoping,
For the time he sees through my mask.
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