I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
You look out of sorts,
you look pretty bad.
A penny for your thought,
a listening ear awaits.
Tell me what's bothering,
tell me your woes instead.

She sat next to me,
barely holding back those tears.
I'm supposed to be alright, she said,
but why these fears?
I should be keeping to my side of the bargain.
But I'm in contradiction, again.

Flustered with emotions,
that I'd fought to tuck it in.
They won't let me hide them away,
they won't let me win.
Tell me girl, what's flushing them out,
when you'd held this masquerade so well?
She says with no hesitation,
I can't keep living in denial.

I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
In all honesty, she said,
we have a certain magic...but no sparks, perhaps?