Can I always make you happy? I ask myself.. These days, I'm doubtful. I task myself, day in, day out, to make you smile that beautiful smile just once.
If I can do that, maybe you can forgive the times I've made you sad.
All of my love for you, will only ever written in letters, not in life. For if I ever told you the truth, you would surely begone. You'll forever be my last fleeting word, in life and in death.
If you found out that all the terrible things your family have to say about me are true, will you still Choose me? If I was fiend in disguise trying to be better for you, Will you tell them they're right?