You’ve always been free
Perfect to me
Like you haven’t a care
As I notice you stare
Deep into my eyes
But still you disguise
The pain and the stress
You’re simply a mess
But always know I understand
You and I could walk hand and hand
If only this love could possibly bloom
Instead the small bud is falling to its doom
But you could make it all okay
So tell me, my love, will you stay?